Chapter 82 The Price Of Protection

• I lay on my side, curled up in bed, the soft fabric of Marcel’s t-shirt caressing my skin. The comforting scent of him envelops me, but it does little to soothe the turmoil raging inside my mind.
• I can’t believe I was so naive, so trusting. Ben and Pablo, the man I’d come to consider friends, colleagues…they’d been lying to me all along. They’d managed to slip right through Marcel’s security, through all of our defenses, and I’d let them in without a second thought.
• How could I have been so stupid?