Harry's phone slipped from his trembling fingers, clattering onto his office desk. His blood ran cold as Marcus's final words echoed in his mind: "Your time is almost up."

Marcus had Mia. And James. And apparently everyone else who mattered to him.

"No, no, no," he muttered, running his hands through his hair. This couldn't be happening. It had to be some sick joke. But Mia's voice—her desperate warning cut short by what sounded like a slap—that had been real.

Harry grabbed his keys and ...