Asa's POV

Eliana’s voice came through the phone edged with fear and every muscle in my body went still the moment I heard her.

I was halfway through pouring a drink in my study, the glass hovering midair. And then the map of The Syndicate territories spread across my desk suddenly felt irrelevant.

“Eliana?” I said, setting the glass down. “What’s wrong?”

Her breathing was shaky and I could hear it—the quick, shallow kind that told me she was trying not to panic.

“I’m at ...