CALEB
Hunter paced in front of me, his steps quick and tense, the dull thud of his boots on the stone floor filling the room. He couldn’t hide his frustration, the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands curled into fists every few seconds.
"She can't be far," Hunter muttered, more to himself than to me, his voice laced with barely controlled anger. "Esther’s a threat. We need to lock her down before she disappears for good."
I watched him, leaning against the table, arms crossed, calm. Too calm for his liking, but that was intentional. If there was one thing I’d learned over the years, it was to never reveal your hand too early.
"She won’t get far," I said, my voice measured. "We’ll catch her."
Hunter stopped pacing, turning to me, his brows drawn together. "How can you be so sure?
