Chapter 333 You Lost It
- Ann hadn't slept. Not really.
- Every time her eyes closed, she saw the blade flashing again, the way it had caught her sleeve, the spray of gravel when Brad slammed the assassin down. The sheets tangled and the pups in her belly were restless. Maeve's relentless pacing in her head didn't help either.
- By morning, her head ached and her patience was already thin.