Jane's POV
My heart dropped. This wasn’t just a warning. It was a threat. If I kept digging something bad would happen.
Fear gripped me but I tried to stay calm. I had to think clearly. Marisol was hidden and safe—at least I hoped so.
A piece of the file had already been uploaded. I had sent my message. Now I just had to wait and plan my next move.
I left the hotel’s business center and walked back to my room. My thoughts were all over the place.
I needed something to protect myself with—not just my brain. Then I remembered the small knife Nate gave me after Mae had kidnapped me. It was in the drawer next to my bed.
When I returned to my room I locked the door and put on the chain. My hands were shaking as I pulled the knife out. It felt strange and cold. I wasn’t someone who hurt
