The next morning was suffocating. Alexander’s men moved like shadows, their movements precise and purposeful. Sophia felt like an intruder in her own home, their silent vigilance a constant reminder of the danger outside.
She tried to distract herself, but her mind kept returning to Alexander. Where was he? Was he okay?
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. She snatched it up, relief flooding her when she saw his name.
“I’m okay. Stay put. It’s happening.”
Those few words made her chest tighten. It’s happening. The confrontation they’d been bracing for was unfolding, and all she could do was wait.
Hours later, her phone buzzed again. But this time, it wasn’t Alexander. The number was unfamiliar.
“Hello?” she answered, her voice cautious.
“Miss. Blackwell,” a deep voice dr
