Xander groaned as he fumbled for his ringing phone. His neck ached, stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. It took him a moment to realize where he was. Erin’s room. He had stayed with her through the night, tending to her fever until exhaustion pulled him under. He must have fallen asleep sitting upright beside her bed.
He pressed the phone to his ear. “Sage.”
But his eyes widened as soon as he looked toward the bed. The sheets were rumpled, the blanket half-folded back. Erin was gone.
“Where is she?” he muttered under his breath, scanning the room with growing dread.
“Sage!” Rebel’s voice came sharp from the other end of the line, cutting through his thoughts. “Angel is the mole.”
Xander froze, his neck halfway through another stiff rotation. For a second, he thought he had mis
