GARRETT POV
I was standing in the corner of a room full of people who were apparently about to summon someone like it was a normal Tuesday.
And nobody—
Not a single one of them—
Thought to explain why the hell we weren’t just using a phone.
I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling slowly, trying very hard to stay calm, because Amaranta was in the middle of it all, moving around with purpose, talking to people, setting things up like this was something she had done a hundred times before—
And maybe she had.
Didn’t mean I liked it.
“Can someone,” I started, voice already edged, “explain to me why we’re drawing circles on the floor instead of making a call?”
Shouldn’t that be way faster too?
Where the hell was her brother that he didn’t have signal?
Mount Everest?
No one answered m
