Chapter 87

Calla’s POV

I adjusted my black shades, tugging my face mask up as I stepped out of the taxi. The Royal Zenith loomed ahead, a glittering fortress of opulence, one of the few seven-star hotels not under Vargo’s grip. My gloved hand tightened around the phone in my pocket, its screen still lightning with the cryptic text that had jolted me awake in the morning.

The message..

"I hold the answers to