The drive back to the house felt like an eternity. My pulse raced in time with the roar of the engine, my thoughts consumed with fear for Ava. If Ferraro—or worse, the mole—had leaked the location of the safe house, then time was running out. We needed to move fast, faster than I ever thought possible.
The sky was dark, clouds swirling above us, as if nature itself sensed the danger closing in. William sat in the front, his eyes locked on the road, his jaw clenched with a mixture of determination and urgency. Ethan was on his phone again, speaking in low tones as he organized backup and made plans for our next move. Every second felt like it could be our last, and the weight of that made it hard to breathe.
"Alice," William called back to me, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "When we get there, I want you to go straight to Ava. Don't stop for anything."
I nodded, barely able to speak. "I will. What about Martha?"
