Calla's POV

So there I was, sitting in a van a few blocks away from the coffee shop where Leo was meeting Gray, using binoculars to watch and listening in through a hidden microphone Jake had placed in Leo’s jacket.

“This feels like something out of a police drama,” Luna said from beside me. “Are we really doing surveillance from a van?”

“Would you rather we do it from a more obvious spot?” I responded dryly.

“Fair point,” Luna admitted.

Through the binoculars, I saw Gray ...