Jessica/Tessa pov.
When the call came through, I didn’t even think twice. Zane’s voice was strained, urgent. Something had gone wrong. By the time he said “trapped,” I was already moving.
“I need help. Zane and his team are trapped,” I said as soon as I burst into the guest house. The room went silent instantly. Anastasia, Wendell, Lyndon, and Hansel were gathered around the table, mid-discussion, but all eyes turned to me the second I spoke. My pulse was pounding so hard I could barely breathe.
They didn’t waste time asking questions. Every one of them moved at once—grabbing weapons, strapping on armor, eyes hard and sharp. Anastasia was the first to stand, her long braid swinging behind her as she fastened her blades. “Lead the way,” she said coldly.
“Hansel,” I turned to him, voice
