“Well, they’re keeping us safe.”
“I guess,” she grumbles.
It would be hard, I guess, being Lara. Being under constant surveillance by your family. I can’t imagine it provides much privacy.
We arrive at the party supply store, and Lara and I start picking up paper plates and cups. I even find a few party favors I think the class will like—some necklaces and bracelets made of beads.
Lara gasps and makes a beeline toward the wigs, and I turn to see two men guarding the door of the store. I feel less exposed with them watching.
It’s strange, I guess, how differently Lara and I view having guards.
But Lara has never really been in real life, has she? She’s always had her father, her brothers, the Burke mansion, guards. She’s probably a lot more tired of it than I am.
They just make me feel safer.
I trail toward the end of the aisle where a man is perusing the napkins.
“Excuse me,” I say, reaching for a pack of castle themed napkins, and the man grunts.
Something prickles at the back of my neck, my hair standing up.
He grabs my arm as I turn away, and I open my mouth to scream.
He claps his other hand over my mouth.
“Listen,” he snarls. “I’ve got a proposition for you. If you scream, I’ll shoot.”
He puts his hand at the small of his back, and he turns so that I can see the glint of the silver gun.
I swallow hard, nodding and trying not to glance over at Lara or the guards.
I’m in between aisles, and no one can see me.
“I know you can guess who I work for.”
“Murphy,” I whisper.
He nods curtly, his face calm. I jerk away from him, rubbing my skin.
He holds out his arms in defense. “I just want to make you an offer.”
“What kind of offer?”
I need to keep him talking. Sneak slowly backwards so the guards can see me…
“Murphy can give you asylum.”
I freeze. “Asylum?”
“For you and the little one. All you have to do is give him up.”
“Give who up?”
He looks at me like I’m stupid, but I feel like my head is spinning.
What is he talking about?
Maybe I’m just too scared to think.