Jolie POV

We're halfway through packing when someone knocks urgently on our door. Ryder moves to answer it, knife already in his hand. He checks the peephole, then opens it just enough to see who's there.

"It's Gio." He looks back at me. "Alone."

"Let him in." I'm too emotionally exhausted to care about security protocols right now.

Gio slips inside, closing the door quickly behind him. His face is pale, hands shaking.

"You can't leave yet." He's breathing hard, like he ran here. "Not until you ...