Charli

“No.” The calm that had settled over me, lulling me into the coma that Chelsea had warned me about, disappeared. “I don’t want you to go.”

Nox’s brow furrowed. “You’ll be safe. You’re staying here.”

Reaching for the sheets, I pulled them up to my breast and sat against the headboard. Indignation rose. “No. You said we don’t know who the target was. You can’t go to Washington. That’s where you're supposed to be. If you go there, ...