The familiar tang of betrayal rises in my throat. Did Frank play me? What if he fed me bullshit coordinates to buy himself time—or worse, to set me up for whatever Aleksei has planned next? I should’ve known better than to trust a man who’d already sold me out once. i***t. I’m an i***t, and Sage is going to suffer for my idiocy.
“This was a mistake,” I mutter, lowering the binoculars. “Just a dumb f*****g— Wait.”
Right as I spoke, a light clicked on. Fourth window from the left, second floor.
I yank the binoculars back up so fast I nearly crack myself in the eye socket. My hands are shaking as I adjust the focus, but there’s no mistaking what I see.
It’s Sage’s silhouette against yellowed curtains. I know the distinctive shape of his wheelchair and the tilt of his head as he reads some
