Evren’s POV
I return to the hotel late at night after two days of tracking rogues across the northern side of the island. The lobby is quieter than usual, but the first thing I see is Reed shouting at the front desk. His voice echoes against the marble walls. I frown at the sight. Jace stands nearby with a pale face and he has his hands shoved into his pockets.
Something is wrong.
Reed does not get this worked up without reason and Jace never looks shaken unless the matter is grave.
I walk up to them while I assess their expressions. “What is going on here?”
Reed does not answer right away. But there is that same tensed and almost terrified look on his face. This is really strange. Reed doesn’t get terrified over something, not even when you point a gun at his head.
Jace glances at
