Thane’s POV
I was really shocked by the last message that popped up on my phone screen, and I already knew it could either be Viktor or Damien.
In the news, it had already been said that the White House was locked until further notice, while the investigation would continue when they finally found more concrete evidence.
“Theresa,” I said aloud, “we are leaving here soon. Try to disconnect any form of communication from anyone. Someone might try to locate us.”
“Okay, Thane,” she said briskly. “But I’m hungry right now. I don’t think we’re in safe hands here,” she added with fear.
“You don’t have to be scared,” I said confidently.
I tried ordering pizza and a caramel drink. Within a few minutes, it came in, nothing less than thirty minutes.
We both ate together while planning our nex
