AMELIA POV

Everything feels tense in the morning.

I watch Daniel dress in the dark suit, each movement deliberate despite his injured arm. He’s been awake since four, running through contingencies in his head.

I know because I’ve been awake too, watching him.

“Tie?” He holds up two options.

“The navy.” My voice sounds foreign. “It brings out your eyes.”

A ghost of a smile. “Vanity before a potential ambush?”

“If you’re going to face down a ...