“What… what do you mean?”
He braced his hands on the doorframe, leaning in closer with a heavy sigh. “I mean, by the time I caught up to them this morning, I only saw them long enough to get that photo before they were boarding a speedboat and taking off. Hell, I’m still not even totally sure which direction they were headed.”
A heavy weight settled in the pit of my stomach as the full gravity of the situation sank in. If Edward and James truly were in cahoots now, working alongside the Schreibers in whatever twisted scheme they were cooking up…
We might already be too late to stop it.
“You had to have at least gotten a glimpse of where they were headed!” I exclaimed, maybe a little more harshly than l intended. Luke visibly winced at the sound of my voice, and I drew in a deep breath to calm myself.
“They-were headed south,” Luke said. “That’s all I know; maybe they were headed to the mainland, or…”
“Or maybe they knew you were watching, just as they knew that we were going to raid the warehouse, the entire time,” Enzo said.
Luke nodded. “So it’s possible that they were just throwing me off their trail before they changed direction.”I cursed under my breath, biting the inside of my cheek te keep myself grounded. The thought of the two of them together, working alongside the Schreibers in some unknown scheme, made me sick.
Before I could spiral too far down that anxious path, however, a familiar pair of strong arms circled my waist from behind. Enzo’s soothing scent enveloped me as he rested his stubbly chin on top of my head.
“Hey,” he said softly, pulling me in a little closer. “I know it seems hopeless, but you have to breathe.”
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