Jonathan walked up behind me, placing his hands gently on my shoulders.

“You should get some sleep,” he said softly.

“I cannot sleep, Jonathan,” I said, turning to face him.

“We are going to end this,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “I promise you.”

“Harrison will not let us go that easily,” I said. “He knows everything about us.”

“He does not know that Benjamin found this,” Jonathan said. “This is our only card.”

“What if he finds out before you can use it?” I asked.

Before Jonathan could answer, his personal phone vibrated on the wooden table.

The screen lit up with a number that did not have a name attached to it.

Jonathan picked it up, his brow furrowing as he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Vance,” he said.

He listened for a moment, his face growing pale.

I watched him, my breath catching in my throat as his expression shifted from calm determination to sheer panic.

“When did this happen?” Jonathan asked, his voice suddenly hoarse.

He listened to the voice on the other end, his fingers gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white.