Jacob flinched at my tone. “Names,” he said quick. “Movements. Who was askin’ questions. You and Lark, he was real interested in that. I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think,” Devil echoed flat. “Instead, you turned rat.”
“I didn’t know Gabrial was watchin’,” Jacob said desperate like he didn’t hear what I said getting to Jasper. “I swear it. Somehow he found out about me and Chelsea. Caught me. Told me if I didn’t keep feedin’ him what he wanted, he’d send everythin’ straight to you.”
Mystic’s hands curled into fists.
“He had proof,” Jacob rushed on. “Messages. Videos. Times. Said I was already dead, just didn’t know it yet.”
Devil’s eyes narrowed. “And when Gabrial died?”
Jacob let out a shaky breath. “I thought it was over. Honest to God.”
“But it wasn’t,” Devil said.
Jacob’s gaze slid to me, fear sharp enough to taste. “No. ‘Cause Jasper knew.”
Something cold slid straight down my spine.
“He came to me not long after,” Jacob said. “Said Gabrial kept records. Said if I didn’t keep doin’ what he wanted, he’d finish what Gabrial started.”
Devil didn’t move. “What’d he want?”
“Access,” Jacob said. “To the grounds. Safe routes. Places nobody checked anymore. Old structures he could hide in.”
My pulse thudded in my ears, memories clickin’ into place. Every strange feelin’. Every time I’d sworn someone was watchin’.
“And Lark?” Devil asked quiet.
Jacob flinched hard. “She was always the endgame. Jasper never stopped talkin’ about her. Never stopped sayin’ she belonged to him.”
My lungs forgot how to work.
“Where’re they takin’ her?” I asked, my hand flexin’ like it already knew where my gun sat. “Don’t you sugarcoat a damn thing.”
Jacob hesitated.
Mystic took one slow step forward.
The chair creaked as Jacob jerked against the chains. “Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you!”
Devil lifted a hand, stoppin’ Mystic without even lookin’ at him.
Jacob swallowed hard. “There’s a bunker.”
The room went dead quiet.
“Underground,” he continued, voice shakin’. “Old. Built decades ago. Hidden under one of Gabrial’s properties. Nobody uses it. Nobody even knows it’s still there unless you’ve been shown.”
“Where,” Devil said.
“Out past the river,” Jacob said. “By Gabrial’s place. Past the old quarry. There’s a collapsed shed sittin’ on top of it. Looks like nothin’. Entrance is under the floor. You’d walk right over it and never know.”
My hands curled tight.
“They keep people there when they don’t want ’em found,” Jacob whispered. “No windows. No signal. Concrete and steel.That’s where Jasper takes the ones he wants to break without the council knowin’. I heard some of those women never come back out.”
Something feral tore loose in my chest.
