Isabella

A little while earlier

I found Mia sitting at the kitchen island looking at her laptop. “Hey,” I said.

Mia spun around and scanned me from head to toe. “Tell me you’re okay.”

My smile couldn’t be hidden. “I’m good. Why?”

She got down from the stool. “You shouldn’t be with Em unaccompanied.”

“I was safe. Heck, he’s deadlier than anyone else out there.”

“Come” —she motioned toward the counter and ...