Damien's POV

“You’re late,” I growled into the phone. She might be helping us, but she needs to understand I don’t tolerate being kept waiting.

“I’m sorry,” she replied quickly. “Training ran long, and I had a lot to take care of before I could slip away. But I have to tell you, I don’t have great news.”

My stomach dropped. Had someone discovered her involvement? Had the plan been exposed?

“I’m dropping the call,” I said coldly, lowering my voice. I wasn’t about to ...