Cole’s POV

The air inside the cabin felt heavy, charged with something I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t fear…no, that was something I’d left behind a long time ago. This was something else. The calmness before the storm. The knowledge that, by this time tomorrow, everything would change.

I sat at the wooden table, my phone pressed to my ear as I listened to a low, gravelly voice on the other end. A man I trusted, but only to a certain extent. In this world, trust had limits.

"Mateo isn’t where you think he is," the voice said. "He’s moving around. Paranoid. That little stunt you pulled must’ve rattled him."

Good....