It wasn’t Viktor. Instead, it was Jake who stood framed in the doorway. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. Jake’s face was grim, his jaw tight, and his eyes lacked their usual calm. He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I unlocked the door and opened it, stepping aside to let him in.
“Jake,” I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “What’s going on? Where’s Talon?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on Trina, Becky, and Kim. They were all watching him with wide eyes, the tension in the room thickening with every passing second.
“Laura,” he finally said, his tone low and measured. “We need to talk.”
My stomach dropped. Nothing good ever came after those words. I
