Jafar
We make it to Balthazar’s house in record time, and even then I know it’s not fast enough. Hours have passed since Ali took Jasmine, hours in which he could have done anything to her. He won’t have killed her, but that is the only thing I can guarantee. Next to me, Jeremiah keeps a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel as we take the winding curves leading to the house at reckless speed. I can’t relax, can’t affect an unconcerned tone. My ability to dissemble has disappeared alongside Jasmine. “We do nothing to jeopardize her safety.”
He clears his throat. “That puts us at a disadvantage if he starts shooting the second we pull up to the house.”
“Nothing, Jeremiah. That’s an order.”
It takes five minutes longer to reach the gate, and I spend the entirety of that time going ov
