Diego's POV

“A-are you sure?” Santo said, looking at the list of targets I’d just given him.

I had been holed up in the den since we returned to the house.

The medical wing should have been my first stop, but I decided that Davina deserved that first meeting more than I did.

That was what I told myself, at least.

The truth was, I just didn’t want to fucking go up there.

“I’m sure,” I replied without missing a beat. “Armando is not going to expect an attack so close on the heels ...