It was two hours to Susan's estate.
We had the FBI escort, Luca's security team, and an armed convoy.
It was like we were heads of state, war criminals, or even both.
I was in Tony's car in the passenger seat - silent and scared.
My hand was on my stomach at sixteen weeks pregnant with my baby, safe inside.
For now.
"This is happening again," I said, my voice sounding hollow. "We're running again."
"We're being smart and proactive. That's not running."
"It sure does feel like running."
Tony's jaw clenched, and his hands were tight on the steering wheel. "Would you rather stay and wait for them to attack?"
"I'd rather not be in this situation at all."
"Yeah. Me too." He said dryly.
Susan's estate appeared before us. It had been rebuilt after the Twelve's attack.
But it's different now. Not just rebuilt but fortified with high walls, several guards at gates, and surveillance cameras everywhere.
