NOLAN’S POV

It had been two days since I left home, and I hadn’t heard a word from Anna. The silence put me in distress, and no amount of whiskey or distraction could drown out the guilt or the ache in my chest.

We were all at the hideout waiting for the next order. Dimitri sat across from me, his eyes scanning through a few folders on the table. Camila was pacing by the window, talking to someone on the phone in low murmurs.

“What's the word?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the edge of the table, trying to focus on the work at hand.

Dimitri raised an eyebrow...