He looked like a father who was desperate to find his footing.

“We need a plan,” I said, trying to anchor myself to reality before the emotion swallowed me.

“We can’t stay in this warehouse forever.”

“I have a boat secured at the marina,” Isabella said, tapping her fingers against the metal table.

“But the harbor is being watched by Richard’s port security.”

“We need to create a distraction,” Adrian said, his hand still resting gently on Oliver’s back.

“Something that draws Salvatore’s men to the south side while we move them north.”

Suddenly, a sharp, electronic hum cut through the quiet warehouse.

It was coming from the table where Isabella’s gear was laid out.

A small black tablet screen began to flash a bright, aggressive red in the darkness.

Isabella stepped toward it, her face tightening as she tapped the glass screen.

“What is it?” Adrian asked, standing up instantly, though he kept one hand near Lena to reassure her.

Isabella stared at the screen, her fingers freezing over the glass.

“It’s a localized cell broadcast,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.