"We are going to that hotel right now."
Nobody answers me at first. Victor is still sitting in the chair, looking tired and far too quiet. Nathaniel stands near the door with his phone in his hand. Julian is the only one who moves. He reaches for his keys without asking another question.
That should make this easier. It does not.
Nathaniel steps in front of me before I can take two steps. "If this is a trap, walking in blind is exactly what they want."
"And sitting here is exactly what Victor wanted," I say. My voice stays calm, but I feel the sharp edge under it. "I am done waiting in rooms while other people decide what I need to know."
Nathaniel holds my gaze for a second too long. There is no anger in his face. Just worry. The real kind. The kind that does not know how to help wit
