Aria's POV
I didn't sleep after leaving Leah in the medical building. How could I when my best friend had almost died taking a bullet meant for me?
Instead I went to where Derek was holding the two surviving assassins. They were in the old storage building we'd converted into temporary holding cells, both of them chained with silver to keep them weak.
Derek looked up when I entered. "Alpha. I was just about to call you."
"What did they tell you?"
"Everything." He gestured to the prisoners. "They're professional mercenaries. Got hired three days ago by a woman calling herself Isabella Cross. She paid them a hundred thousand up front, and promised another hundred when you were dead."
"Two hundred thousand dollars to kill me." I looked at the mercenaries. They were both bloodied from Derek's interrogation but alive. "That's flattering in a horrible way."
