2 days later
*Theo*
Ryder and I am stationed at the kitchen table, going over the plans we’ve sketched out, but my mind is racing far ahead, anticipating every possible outcome. Viktor has proven more than difficult to pin down, the man is like a ghost.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of Ryder’s phone cuts through the tension, almost making me jump. He’s been glued to that thing, waiting for news from Elliot, and I can see the anxiety blooming on his face as he mumbles. “It’s from the main gate.”
“Hello?” Ryder answers, his tone tense.
I lean in closer, trying to catch a hint of what’s being said. Ryder’s expression shifts from curiosity to intensity, his brows knitting together as he listens intently.
After a moment, he glances at me, eyes wide, and mouths, “It’s Elliot. He’s got someth
