What the hell could have happened? Why didn't Draven say a word to him? He'd been having this feeling that something was wrong. His intuition had never once lied to him.
Olive answered the call. [Valentine, why did you end the ca—]
"Send me the address, Olive. Something is wrong, I know it. We need to get to my brother as soon as possible," Valentine interrupted him, seeming panicked.
Olive was quiet for a few moments before eventually sending the location to him.
"Thank you," Valentine said, a cynical smile emerging on his face.
[I'll meet you there.]
"Okay." He hung up the call and shoved the phone into the pocket of his pants. He watched ahead of him and increased his speed, wanting to get to Rennes as soon as possible.
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Draven halted in midair, having arrived at the location to which Olive had sent him. He looked around from above, searching for the description of the house that Olive gave him.
