Chapter 20 Deadline

• "Tomorrow," Rania whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes still fixed on the worn photograph as though the date written in its corner might change if she stared at it long enough. "They're planning something for tomorrow."
• Her own hands felt cold holding the edge of the photo, her fingers tracing the image of her own face, which looked so unaware that she was being watched when the picture was taken, a realization that made her skin crawl imagining how much longer that spy had been watching her without her noticing at all.
• Aleksander snatched the photo from his head of security's hand, staring at it with his jaw perfectly clenched, his eyes scanning every detail as though searching for a hidden clue that might have been missed. "This isn't just an empty threat," he murmured. "They've set a time. That means they're already ready to move."