Darius's POV
Two days without a single hour of sleep, and it feels like my body is collapsing in on itself. My mind won't let me rest, replaying the moment I sent Allison straight into the lion's den because I listened to logic over instinct. Now, the harsh truth gnaws at me—I've been a complete fool. What was I even thinking these past few weeks? Every time I try to trace my steps, to understand how I got here, my brain spins in confusion, as if these choices weren't mine to begin with.
Zain's voice cuts through the haze, a sharp reminder of the mess I've created.
"What's the plan? He knows you're involved in the hit. And have you heard anything from that Grenade woman?"
