Rose’s POV

We were in his car an hour later, speeding down the city streets. The anticipation hung in the air, unspoken, thick, and heavy. Victor grasped his steering wheel, his other hand drumming on his leg. His phone rang incessantly, bringing a stream of reports, which he hadn't answered since we left his apartment.

My gaze trailed along buildings we were driving by, my mind in a knot. “Where, exactly, are we going first?”

Victor glanced in my direction and down the road. "To ...