Mia’s POV

The phone rang while I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, ankle elevated on a pillow, staring at the wall like it had personally offended me. I already knew who it was before I answered. Only one person had reason to call this number today.

I picked up.

“Talk.”

The voice on the other end was careful, almost nervous. “We… failed.”

My grip on the phone tightened immediately.

“Explain.”

“The target wasn’t alone,” the man continued quickly. “She was with a guy. Young. Dark hair. Built like he actually knows how to fight. When we tried to pull her out of the car he came...