Chapter 167

• AMARIS POV
• Something was wrong. I couldn’t explain the exact reason, but I could feel it danger, thick and sour, hanging in the air with every breath I took. I was supposed to have met Ellison Halberg yesterday, at a café he’d chosen himself, promising it was safe. I waited over an hour, calling and texting him multiple times, but nothing. And now, halfway to New York, still no reply. Not a single word.
• Hollis pressed down on the gas, the tension inside the car mirroring the storm brewing in my chest. My nerves were fraying by the second. Talking to Hollis wouldn’t help, so I reached for my laptop, hoping distraction might.