And he's probably going to succeed.
There is something I have to do before I go.
And there's only one person I want to do it with.
NO RULES. NO LIMITS. NO FEAR.
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...with her back to him and his gun dug into her head, she was almost defenseless.
IT REALLY WASN'T THAT FAR. Gaia Moore studied the small garden four stories below her window. Well, it wasn't her window, exactly. It was one of three back windows that belonged to the top floor of the New York City brownstone of George and Ella Niven, her so-called guardians. George was a CIA friend of her dad's from way back when. "Way back when" was typical of the vagueness you got when living with spies and antiterrorist types. They didn't say, "You know, George, the underground assassin I... see more