ANASTASIA’S POV

I stood by the window as I watched Camila’s car drive out of the compound. The headlights disappeared into the darkness, swallowed by the trees lining the road. I crossed my arms over my chest involuntarily as a chill ran down my spine.

There was a strange weight in my chest, like a knot that wouldn’t loosen. I wanted to believe he would be okay, the mission would be successful, and he would come back like he said.

I turned from the window, picked up the throw pillows on the floor, and began tidying the living room. The table was cluttered with empty mugs and pieces of paper...