It had been two days since Michelle found me, and I still hadn't told Lana.

I kept meaning to, opening my mouth to say the words, but they wouldn't come out. How did I explain that I'd potentially compromised our entire operation? That Winter Storm Pack now knew where we were, what we were doing, who we were?

That Tristan was coming for me?

"Delilah, are you even listening?"

I jumped at Lana's voice, my hand flying to my chest. "What? Yes. Sorry. I'm listening."

Lana frowned studying me ...