Chapter 50
Isabella’s POV
The silence in the hideout was suffocating. Alex paced the length of the room, his face clouded with worry. Oracle sat at the far corner, her laptop glowing faintly in the dim light. Her fingers typed furiously, the sound of the keys the only thing breaking the tense quiet.
I leaned against the wall, clutching the blanket tightly around me. My thoughts raced with questions I didn’t have answers to—about Monalisa, about Derek’s sacrifice, and about what lay ahead.
“How much longer?” Alex’s voice cut through the stillness, sharp and impatient.
Oracle didn’t look up. “I’m almost done tracing the signal, but it’s tricky. Monalisa’s network is more secure than I expected.”
Alex raked a hand through his hair. “We don’t have time for ‘almost.’ We need to move befor
