Four hours later and Diogo is still gone. I'm worried sick and pacing the floor round and round the table. Garrett hasn't moved from where he stationed himself at the door. His sharp eyes flick from the door to me as I move past. He hasn't tried to comfort me since Diogo left, hasn't said a word. Finally, I decide that pacing isn't doing any good and turn toward the stairs up to the roof. Just as I reach them though, Diogo comes through the entrance.

"Leave," he growls at ...