Elijah's POV
"Well, isn't that just perfect?" Michael's words hung in the air.
I watched everyone's faces as they processed the information about Felix Farrow. Adrian looked like he'd been punched. Tiara had that dangerous gleam in her eyes. Michael just seemed tired.
And me? I was thinking about Victor.
Michael started unpacking weapons from the duffel bag while Adrian and Tiara huddled over the map.
Six hours until we faced either answers or bullets. Maybe both.
The safe house walls felt like they were closing in. Too many secrets, too many shadows. I needed air.
"I'm going for a walk," I announced, grabbing my jacket.
Adrian looked up from his laptop. "Now? We're planning an operation."
"I can't think with everyone breathing down my neck." I checked my gun before tucking it in
