The drive to the hotel was quiet, the hum of the car engine filling the silence between them. Alicia sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window, her face pale and her hands clasped tightly together on her lap.Every now and then, she’d glance at Ryan from the corner of her eye, trying

The room was awkwardly quiet, quiet enough that only the sound of Ryan’s finger typing comments on a post on the official Nova page sounded.Alicia sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the purse beside her. Her mind was spinning with thoughts, calculating, analyzing, and planning. The tiny

The elevator felt smaller than it looked on the outside.Alicia stood pressed against the mirrored panel, the soft overhead light making her face look paler than she expected. Her fingers curled around the cold glass bottle she had ordered, and for a second she let herself watch the reflection of a

Alicia took a slow step back. “You want to wake him up?” Martin looked at her with a grin. “Yes. I need his hand to move, don’t I?” For a brief second, Alicia hesitated. “Martin, if he wakes up fully, he might—” Martin cut her off. “Stop worrying. You said he’s drugged, didn’t you?” “Yes, but—”

Immediately Martin got out from the elevator, his phone beeped, breaking the silence around him. He glanced down, and his brows furrowed slightly when he saw the message. It was from Dean — a short, direct text telling him to come to his office instead. A few minutes later, Martin pulled up in fron