Donn Montequero was one of the bachelors that most women swoon over. His background was a sob story that had been made up so the public would warm up to him.
But if one was to research who he really was before the nice clothes, the fancy houses, and the cars, they could easily hate him—as I have.
Ryan leaned in close.
"You do your thing. I'll support you in every way," I clutched his arm tightly, letting him know I heard him.
"Amiel, can you hear me?" Jace's voice rang from the earpiece in my right ear. I hid the smile that formed on my lips.
"Of course," I replied, keeping in mind that he and I needed to focus.
"Alright. Be careful. The lady he is with is—"
"An assassin," I cut him off, tapping on Ryan before I excused myself. He smiled, mingling with someone who had greeted him a while ago. "I know. It's his ultimate protection tonight."
