Chapter 79

Bria's pov

I looked like the perfect fugitive– huge coat, black shades, a face mask and a black hat. I was basically the graphical representation of the term.

I'd been living my own James Bond moment the second I stepped out of Fiona's apartment and transported my ass across the city. The bus ride was bizarrely the shortest and longest one of my life. Shortest because I was anxious to get off and