Greg's POV
The street was really loud and crowded, full of voices, honking cars, and people moving like they had somewhere important to be.
I scanned the area, my eyes sharp, looking for Katrina. She wasn’t easy to miss—tall, confident, but today, she seemed to blend in with the crowd.
Just then, my gaze stopped at a coffee shop, and there she was, wearing a black hoodie, her face half-hidden. She looked like trouble, but that was exactly what I needed.
Forty-eight hours. That was all I had to take out Aurora’s uncle and find a way to turn the game around.
I walked slowly to the coffee shop, trying not to make it obvious. Just then the phone in my pocket buzzed, and I glanced at the screen.
It was Kevin.
Of course, he wouldn’t let me breathe.
“What are you doing in that street, Gre
