Ring… Ring… Ring…
The shrill sound of a phone echoed inside Ezra's hotel room.
Elena, seated gracefully on the sofa with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, placed the cup down with a sigh. She glanced at Ezra, who was sitting at the desk, focused intently on his computer screen.
"Excuse me for a moment," she said softly, rising to her feet.
Ezra merely gave a small nod, eyes still locked on his work.
Elena stepped out onto the balcony. The cool evening breeze brushed against her long hair as she answered the call. Her voice sharpened the moment she saw the name flashing on the screen.
"Colonel Mirella, what is it?"
A hoarse but urgent voice replied from the other end."Elena, can we talk right now? We're in a serious problem. Colonel Mustafa and his men… they're accusing us of being vampire spies. They've already taken Jonas. Without any evidence, they've started torturing him!"
