I read the message three times.
Not because I didn't understand it—but because a brain that was already half asleep needed a little longer than usual to process something that demanded a quick decision.
The driver wanted to meet tonight.
Mr. Hendra said not to go out.
Two instructions that couldn't both be followed.
I got out of bed. Opened my bedroom door. The hallway was dark except for the small light at the far end that was always left on. Beneath the door to Damian's study on the third floor—there was no light. Which meant he'd already gone upstairs.
I knocked twice.
"Come in."
He was sitting on the edge of the sofa bed with his jacket still on—apparently he hadn't fully gotten ready for bed either. His eyes went straight to my face as I walked in.
"What is it?"
I held out m
