Tonia's POV
The drums echoed through the festival grounds, their rhythm growing more intense with each beat. My phone buzzed against my palm, and I felt my pulse quicken. This was the call I had been waiting for every single night for weeks.
I scanned the crowded area, searching for somewhere private to take this conversation. A massive oak tree stood at the edge of the festivities, its shadow offering shelter from prying eyes and curious ears.
Moving quickly, I pressed the phone to my ear and dialed back.
Months ago, if anyone had suggested I would be working alongside this particular person, I would have laughed in their face. Yet here we were, bound together by necessity and a shared concern for Kermit.
The antidote that Bradley had used to wake Kermit from his poisoned sleep haunted my thoughts. He claimed I could not Siphon the toxin because it had been crafted using my own blood. That explanation left me with more questions than answers.
