Ivy stepped out of the café holding a box in her hand and immediately groaned in frustration when she saw no sign of Sal anywhere.
Of course, she should have expected this. Sal could recognize Raven in a heartbeat… but Ivy?
Apparently invisible.
"Goodness… where did that fool run off to now?" she muttered under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. But then her eyes fell on the box, and she groaned even more.
"How can he be this careless?"
For someone who was one of the top hackers in their organization, Sal had exactly zero survival instincts.
Zero.
His idea of safety was locking himself in a room full of laptops and calling it a fortress. Put him in a real-life situation, and he reacted like a startled cat with anxiety issues.
Ivy let out a long sigh and pulled out her phone, dialing his number.
Maybe—just maybe—he had not run too far, but before the call could even connect, a sudden gust of wind brushed past her.
