Olivia sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed in Brian's private quarters, dressed head to toe in sleek black trousers and a fitted jacket that made her look more like a professional thief than a wife waiting for her husband.
An earpod was tucked discreetly in her ear as she listened intently to the live feed, her fingers tapping nervously against her knee. Brian had no idea she had planted the tiny device, and right now she was grateful for it.
The door suddenly slammed open with enough force to rattle the walls. Olivia jumped so hard her phone clattered to the floor.
Crane stormed in like a thundercloud given legs, his face dark with fury, and Olivia's stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Everything was coming apart for him, and it showed. He could no longer reach Rolf. Not a single call was answered. And worse, word had reached him that Rolf and his entire family had already fled Moonfang and vanished into hiding, slipping clean out of his grasp.
