ROOSEVELT’S POV

I sat in the back of the SUV, pulling Zyran’s suit jacket tighter around my shoulders as I shivered.

I watched him through the tinted glass staring at his phone screen.

Suddenly, his whole body went rigid.

The phone slipped from his fingers and he didn't even try to catch it. He just stared blankly into the dark night, looking like a man who had just been stabbed in the chest.

"Zyran?" I whispered, pressing my hand against the glass.

A security guard quickly picked up the phone and handed it back to him. Zyran took it slowly. He turned around and walked toward the car, his steps...