The name made his heart skip. “Carter?” His voice was sharp now. He couldn't think of any reason specifically why Carter would be contacting him, and he already knew it couldn't be good. “It's been a while since—”

“I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t urgent.” The voice on the other end was taut, strained. “It’s Reese. He’s been compromised. His cover’s blown.”

Stefan froze. The screwdriver slipped from his fingers, clattering against the hardwood floor. The mission Reese ...