RIKA
It's Riley.
That was Riley on the screen.
I recognized her instantly— Both wrists were bound tight with rope in front of her body. Silver duct tape sealed her mouth. Her eyes were wide, wet, darting around whatever space she was being held in with the frantic energy of someone calculating every possible exit.
She was alive. That was the only coherent thought my brain produced for a full three seconds.
The Prez's voice continued through Spice's phone, smooth as oil on still water. Unhurried. The voice of a man who had never once needed urgency because things always, always went his way eventually.
Spice's face transformed the second he registered our reactions. The uncertainty that had crept in when Damon's wolves surrounded the building?
He straightened, rolled his shoulders ba
