- Gabrielle POV
- Getting cut off, and being forced to watch my back didn't bother me the way I thought it would. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than Blake Moreno. I'd left him to the whims of my men, all because I didn't anticipate grandfather's next course of action. I was agitated all through the drive, taking extra care to avoid being trailed. The last thing I needed was my grandfather to find out where I kept Blake. If there was any reason he wanted the cop dead, I was going to find out. Getting to my safe house in the woods took much longer than I anticipated. Everything was intact, the way it had been when I last made use of it.
- I walked up the pouch, turning off all the security put in place. I scanned the vicinity, taking note of all the placement of my guards, they were getting good at blending into the environment. They acknowledged me as soon as they knew I could see them. Maybe I do need to train them harder, if I could see them, odds were that a potential enemy could too.