PART 2
The darkness was already closing in when I finally made my decision.
I couldn’t fight six people.
I couldn’t outrun an entire crew.
And I certainly couldn’t survive a midnight storm while drugged.
But I didn’t need to.
I only needed one person to believe me.
I dragged myself back toward our suite, gripping the walls with trembling fingers. Every step felt like walking through deep water. My vision blurred, but somehow I reached the hidden compartment beneath the vanity.
Lucas had never known about it.
Neither had his family.
My father had installed it after an incident involving one of his former business partners. Inside was a small black emergency communicator capable of sending encrypted messages through satellite networks.
