Leo’s POV
Sitting in the poorly lighted room, I could sense the strain in the air. Like the silence before a storm, it was thick and caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Everybody understood we were on borrowed time.
Becky sat in the corner, her complexion pallid but resolved. Paul leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes darting around the room as though he were waiting for someone or something to smash through the door. Marcus was pacing, working out a strategy to get us out of the mess we discovered ourselves in.
But myself? I could hardly hold it together.
The treachery still lingered. Eleanor is someone I relied upon. She had been the one consistently pointing at my back, and today she was the one preparing us for failure. At first, I couldn't believe it, bu
