The safe house was quiet except for the faint hum of electricity. Roman sat on the edge of a chair, his injured shoulder still stiff, his jaw tight with frustration.

Whisper stood across from him, phone in hand, his expression grim.

“We’re running out of time,” Whisper said.

Roman looked up sharply. “What happened?”

“Quinn is getting suspicious. Our man on the inside is scared. He thinks Quinn is close to finding out about Serena.”

Roman’s chest tightened. “About the baby?”

Whisper nodded. “Yeah. Once Quinn knows, he won’t just use Serena. He’ll use the child too.”

Roman stood up despite the pain. “That’s not happening.”

Whisper stepped closer. “Then...