Chapter 129

Nora POV

The sight of Maya on our couch with her legs crossed, looking like she’s waiting for room service, snaps something inside me and I just move. I cross the living room in three strides, my hands already curling into fists, ready to wipe that calm smile off her face with every ounce of rage that’s been building since the day stepped into that warehouse.

I almost make it.

The cold press of a gun barrel against the back of my skull stops me dead.

“Easy now,” a man’s voice says from behind me. “Hands where I can see them.”

I raise them slowly, doing my utmost to quell the rage building up within me.

Maya sets her glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink. “Well,” she says, standing smoothly, “now that we’ve gotten the initial hostility out of