Leona Grant pressed his lips together, finally pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. "We still don't know their objective," he said gravely. "How can I let her take this risk with me? Send more men to protect her, and make sure no one finds out."
Chase sighed, his voice full of sympathy. "Understood."
Leona Grant's chilly gaze fell on the patchwork of city lights below, and he let out a sigh of his own.
He looked out the window, his expression unreadable. 'Annabelle, I can't let anything happen to you. Trust me. It won't be long before I get to the bottom of this. And when I do...'
He smiled, his gaze softening as he looked down. 'When I do, I'll be at your mercy... and I'll never make you sad again...'
Watching this, the Leona Grant outside the dream felt his heart lurch.
'So there really was another reason.'
'But what exactly is he so afraid of? Their objective?'
'What objective? And whose objective is it?'
'And what in the world is all of this that's happening!'
