Talia's POV

34 Months Ago, Upstate New York

"You ready for this, Talia?" Eduardo was sitting on the counter in the hotel bathroom, watching me as I pulled on my black leather jacket over black jeans, a black T-shirt and boots. I double-checked my weapons, four throwing knives sat ready in my boots and jacket sleeves, and an autoinjector filled with a fast-acting sedative in my front pocket. I'd left the Glock behind, I didn't want to risk jail time in this state that didn't recognize carry permits.

It wasn't like I couldn't kill someone twenty different ways without it. "Yeah," I replied as I pulled my blonde hair back...