"Oh my god," I mutter, running my fingers through my hair. It takes me a moment to realise that I've been holding my breath in for way too long.

"What's wrong?" Gabe takes another sip.

"We have to leave now! Tristan's in some sort of weird hostage situation. I'll explain in the cab."

Gabe frowns, looking baffled. "What do you mean hostage situation? He's a big guy, he can take care of himself."

I stand up, grabbing my clutch with shaking hands. "I know, ...