“Why would that involve you turning on a tracker?”
“It’s a precaution. These people are dangerous. If you don’t hear from me in two hours, come get me.”
“Who’s that?” a female voice asks in the background.
“Ghost.”
“Put it on speaker,” his wife commands.
“Done,” he mutters. “Damn women.” My lips twitch.
“What’s happening?” Honor asks.
“I have a lead.” I’ve told her some details of my quest. Not enough to endanger her, but an overview of my life before I escaped. If anyone can understand the terrifying control certain men hold, it is Honor.
“How dangerous is it?” Honor asks.
“She turned on her tracking device, and she’s in Miami,” Fox answers.
She swears, letting me know how serious the situation truly is. “Can you wait for backup? We have people who can help.”
“Not with this. I can’t involve anyone else.”
“Ghost.”
I shake my head and grip the edge of the vanity. “If I don’t check in within two hours, send help. I’m here with a man named Christopher Burnside.”
“The fashion mogul?” Fox snaps.
Of course he would know; his grandmother is in that circle.
“That’s the one.”
“He’s part of the ring?” Honor asks.
“He is.”
“You’re at a club called Cloud?” Fox checks.
I am not surprised he’s already tracking me.
“That’s hours away,” Honor grumbles. “We should leave now.”
“No. I’m not putting up the signal; it’s a heads up. If this goes south, they will take my phone, and I wouldn’t have been able to turn on the tracker.”
“I don’t like this,” Honor says. “Please leave. We can come up with a plan together.”
“I can’t.” I hate the emotion in her voice, the tremor of fear trying to weave its spell around my heart and tug me out of this building into the safety of the night. But I don’t run, not from this. Not anymore. I have to slay my own demons. No man is going to do it for me, and I won’t sit on the sidelines waiting for someone to dismantle and destroy Jonathan.
There’s a gentle rap against the door. “Grace?” Christopher’s voice calls through the door, using the false name I gave him. A heavy sigh leaves me. Sometimes, I hate being right. Damn it, I wanted to snoop a little on my way back.
“Tell him you informed a friend where you are,” Honor implores.
I squeeze my eyes closed. “I can’t I sold him a backstory of no friends or family. If he thinks I will be missed, I won’t get in as deep as I need to. Two hours, guys. If I don’t call, I’m in trouble.”
“Fuck,” Fox snarls.
I end the call before they try to persuade me against my course of action. Then I switch my phone off and place it in my bag. Unfamiliar brown eyes gaze back at me from the mirror. I’ve got this. The fact the monster stalking my nightmares is probably somewhere inside this building has a tremor running down my arms. I shake my hands like I can get rid of my nerves. I can’t, but the image of my mother’s body jerking under the moonlight and crumpling to the ground makes steel straighten my spine.
