33

BRANDON

Damn. This is bad timing. Just when I thought everything was going my way, another fucking issue arises. But this isn’t just any problem. This is about Alayna’s and everyone’s safety. I can’t believe they’ve tracked us this far.

I call Cassius, and he answers right away.

“Thank God!” he breathes out. “I thought you weren’t going to call. Have you read my message?”

“Yes, but did you find out who the sender is? Oliver got it as well. I’m freaking out right now, and we still don’t have a trace.” I rake my fingers through my hair.

“No, it was sent anonymously. Did you tell Oliver the plan? What the heck is wrong with you? You know that it is still dangerous for you to go out that far, and you went there with Alayna?” His tone is furious.

“I know, but I was planning to tell her about our plan—your plan.”

“I just got back home, Brandon,” he complains. “Mother’s going to kill me if I leave again. You know the risk. Alayna could be in danger too, and my brother and his fiancée. Tell A