chapter 48

MOLLY

The safe house was an entire building that was hidden in plain sight.

We drove into a parking lot, went down, and somehow we were going through a tunnel and parked in a basement. There were a bunch of men in the room as we got out. Ashton took my hand, walking with me to an elevator, and up we went. We got off on the sixth floor, the elevator opening to an apartment that spanned the entire floor.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Ashton pressed a kiss to my forehead, staying back with Elijah and a few other guards. I wandered around. For safe houses, this one was luxurious, but I wasn’t surprised anymore. Everything Ashton did was thought out. He had the reputation for being more impulsive, and Trace was the analyst, long thinker, but Ashton was underrated. Severely.

It wasn’t until later that day, after I headed right back to bed and slept, that I realized we were next to Octavia.

I’d woken later in the afternoon, heard the music, and went to see what was going on. There were floor-