Salome and Jeremiah’s POV
“They are waiting at a small place down the road, very quiet and perfect for a private talk,” Román said, his face splitting into a wide, cheerful grin.
I gave him a quick nod and grabbed my bag. “Thanks, Román. I will be back before you know it.”
The door clicked shut behind me. Outside, the island air felt damp and cool against my skin. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and started walking. Following Román’s directions was easy enough. The street was narrow, lined with shadows, but the restaurant was supposed to be just around the corner.
I reached for my phone to check the time, but I never made it.
A sharp, biting sting hit the back of my neck. It felt like a needle, cold and fast. I gasped, my hand flying up to touch the spot, but my fingers
