Tobi’s POV
I sat in the driver’s seat of the black unmarked van, engine off, parked in a dim, forgotten alley in one of the poorer quarters of the capital. The vehicle’s shabby exterior blended perfectly into its surroundings—peeling paint, rust-licked bumpers, a cracked headlight. Just another ghost in the shadows. Perfect. New cars screamed outsider. Attention was the enemy tonight.
Winter’s chill was seeping into everything now, and I welcomed the darkness that came with it. Long nights were good for ghosts.
Any moment now, an identical van would roll past—Andrew’s signal. If all had gone to plan, he’d be transporting my unconscious mate after executing a precision abduction. The timing had been obsessively calculated: a fifteen-minute diversion to clear the palace kitchens, carefull
