"I thought I'd find you in here."

Rather than turn to look at Diogo, I glare forward into the basin of ripe tomatoes I'm picking. "It was a pretty good guess considering I'm on house arrest."

"For good reason, Taran." He approaches my back, but I still don't turn around. "Less than two weeks ago you were kidnapped."

"Yes, and my kidnapper is dead," I say irritably, blowing a strand of red hair from my face. "I'm perfectly safe now."

"You aren't safe." His ...