Nicholas
It’s evening by the time we reach Barcelona. Before we head to Dion’s location, the men and I collect our surveillance equipment from one of the Confradia’s headquarters. We take night vision glasses, my modified drone that I brought back from LA, and listening devices we can attach to windows. Before we leave, we slip on our Kevlar vests and load up with weapons.
Savage’s brow furrows when he sees me place my voodoo beads around my neck, draw two large knives and slide them into the sheathes on my vest.
“You know you’re totally running the myth about you, right?” he mutters.
I quirk a brow, “What do you mean?”
The others listen intently and snicker when Savage says, “I heard you would wear a voodoo priest costume to kill your targets. I was hoping I would get to see that.”
