Rowan's POV

We’d been holed up at Bret's uncle's place for nearly a week. The hideout was remote, tucked away in the woods, surrounded by towering oaks that gave us enough cover to lay low for a while. The place smelled like dust and old leather, a far cry from the high-tech world we were used to navigating, but it had one crucial advantage—Bret’s uncle was off the grid, completely untraceable.

Bret had set up his own tech station in one corner of the cabin, wires snaking across the room like a web, his fingers constantly flying across the keyboard. His hacking skills had saved us more times than I...