Sophia’s POV

“I can’t just sit here doing nothing.” I muttered for what felt like the hundredth time, pacing back and forth across the wide marble floor of Asa’s living room.

Juliette sat on one of the couches, her head buried in her palms, while Diego — one of Asa’s men assigned to watch over us — stood near the window, alert and calm as if the world outside wasn’t on fire.

“Ma’am.” He said again with a deep and steady voice. “You have my word. Our Boss will find ...