Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Whispers floated just beyond my bedroom door, pulling me from the haze of exhaustion. Ace had fallen asleep beside me, but now he was gone, leaving only the faint impression of his warmth on the sheets. I glanced at his phone resting on the night table—1:05 am. No wonder my eyes felt like a dozen pins were poking them; the weight of the night’s revelations had drained me, and now the whispers only added to my growing unease.

"It won't be long before they locate us. We need to move," someone said urgently.

"Get the men ready; I'll get Joeniya," came the swift reply. Then Ace burst through the door, his expression a mixture of urgency and concern. "Hey, sleeping beauty. I want to apologize in advance."

I pushed myself up, running my fingers through my tangled hair, confusion etching my features. "For what?" I asked, sensing the gravity in his tone, an instinctual tightening of my gut warning me that whatever came next wouldn't be good.

Ace let out a heavy si