(Caroline's POV)
The surveillance feed shows Helen pacing her room like a caged animal.
I'm sitting on the bed at Aunt Jasmine's with my laptop balanced on my knees, Jason beside me with his arm around my shoulders. We've been watching for the past twenty minutes—ever since Helen hung up on Samuel and started her spiral.
She's calling him back now. Third time in ten minutes.
He's not answering.
I glance at Jason. He's watching the screen with the focused intensity he brings to complicated problems. Analyzing. Calculating. Planning his next move.
"Well," I say, closing the laptop. "Their partnership crumbled faster than I expected."
Jason turns to me. Something shifts in his expression—that particular look he gets when we're alone and he forgets to be careful. His hand comes up to br
