Chapitre 66: Chapter Sixty-Five

Isabel POV

The room was suffocating. Marissa stood to the side, her knife glinting faintly under the dim light, while Miguel leaned against the wall.

"You've done the smart thing," Miguel said, his voice cold and detached. "But you're not off the hook yet. If you're lying—"

"I'm not," Alex interrupted, his voice hoarse. "Gideon's summit is happening in two days. Everything—his allies, his resources—will be there."

"And the location?" Miguel pressed.

Alex hesitated, his eyes darting between us before he muttered, "An abandoned resort. Edge of the city, near the cliffs."

Miguel POV

I pushed off the wall, stepping closer to him. "You've just bought yourself time. Don't waste it."

He gave me a weak nod, too exhausted to respond.

Marissa sheathed her knife with a smirk. "Guess we've got work to do."

I turned to Isabel, who stood near the doorway, her expression unreadable. "This is it," I said. "We hit him at the summit."