POV: Tristan
I stood outside Sophie's door with my eyes glued to the paper in my hand.
The coordinates on the paper also stared back at me like a challenge.
Like a threat.
Like a promise.
My jaw tightened as I turned sharply and began walking down the stairs, my grip on the paper tightening with every step. I didn’t stop moving as I pulled out my phone and dialed Conner’s number.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Hello, Tristan—”
“Call the guys,” I cut in immediately, my voice cold and sharp. “I want everyone here in the next thirty minutes.”
There was a pause from his end.
I was sure he could hear the edge in my voice.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone already changing.
“I’ll tell you when you get here,” I replied. “Thirty minutes. And tell Zaki to come with his laptop. I nee
