Edward woke up, bleary-eyed and exhausted, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. His screen was flooded with missed calls and messages from Emily. She must have seen the news. The thought twisted his gut, but he knew it wasn’t safe to talk to her just yet. There were too many moving parts, too many dangers lurking in the shadows.
He quickly took a light shower, his mind racing with the events of the past 24 hours. When he emerged, Gustavo was waiting for him in the kitchen, sipping his usual morning coffee.
“And where are you going?” Gustavo asked, his eyes narrowing.
“I’m going to deal with this, but one thing at a time. First, I need to get to Tony,” Edward said, trying to mask the urgency in his voice.
“Tony?” Gustavo repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. There was someth
