Alissia POV
Sitting between Lucas and Demitri feels like being wedged between two ticking time bombs, both set to explode at the slightest provocation. I’m exhausted—not just from the lack of sleep, but from the constant bickering. Herding feral cats? Ha, more like wrangling lions. Dangerous, unpredictable, and endlessly exasperating. Blake, on the other hand, looks like he’s having the time of his life, tapping away on his laptop with a smug little grin that says I live for this chaos.
“I can get the address, but it’s gonna take a few days,” Blake mutters, his fingers flying across the keyboard like he’s hacking into the Pentagon.
“Days?” Demitri practically growls, arms crossed like a pissed-off mob boss—which, well, he is. “Some expert you are,” he adds with a sneer, daring Blake to
