“And you’re confusing this neighborhood with the places you used to command.”
His words landed harder than Logan’s challenge ever could.
Because he was right about one thing.
I had left that life.
I had promised myself I wouldn’t bring it home.
I had promised Noah.
But Grant didn’t understand something.
I wasn’t interested in fighting his son.
I wasn’t interested in proving anything.
I simply wanted them to leave me alone.
I opened the door wider.
“Go home.”
He didn’t move.
“You really don’t remember me?”
I frowned.
“What?”
Grant’s expression changed.
For the first time, I saw fear.
Real fear.
Not anger.
Not arrogance.
Fear.
“You don’t remember the Kandahar operation in 2012?”
The world seemed to stop.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the door.
Noah was still behind me.
I couldn’t let him see my face.
