POV: Tristan
I didn’t move.
The phone was still pressed tightly against my ear, but my mind had gone completely still.
Numb, even.
What had Silas just said?
They were after me. They were targeting me.
For a second, I thought I heard wrong. That maybe I was just imagining things.
Then I spoke.
Slowly.
Carefully.
“Did you just say… me?”
There was no hesitation on the other end.
“Yes, boss.”
My hold on the phone tightened.
My jaw clenched.
“Are you certain?”
“Very certain, boss.”
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Dangerous.
I could hear faint noises from the background on his end—voices, movement, maybe traffic—but none of that mattered to me right now.
All that mattered was what he had just said.
They weren’t after the containers.
They were after me.
“What else
