Nora reached for my arm. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” I said, looking directly into her eyes, “we’re not dealing with criminals.”
Saint whispered, “We’re dealing with former elite soldiers.”
Nora’s voice cracked. “Why would they come after me?”
I cupped her jaw gently. “We’re going to find out.”
Havoc stepped closer. “And when we do—”
Trigger finished for him. “We’ll bury them.”
My voice dropped to lethal calm.
“No.”
Everyone looked at me.
“We’ll end them.”
33
Nora
The bunker beneath the sheriff’s office wasn’t what I expected.
It wasn’t dark.
It wasn’t cold.
It wasn’t lined with bars or steel plates.
It looked… normal.
Concrete walls, fluorescent lights, a long table, a few chairs, two cots shoved against the corner.
But the air felt thick, like the room held a thousand secrets.
Sheriff Tate shut the heavy security door behind us, locking it with three separate mechanisms. I flinched at every click.
Wolf watched me the whole time.
He stood close enough that I could feel the heat from his body, close enough that if I leaned back even the slightest bit, I’d brush against him.
I didn’t.
But I wanted to.
Trigger paced.
Havoc leaned against the wall like a storm waiting to break.
Saint set up his laptop on the table, screens flickering with footage from every camera in Eagle River.
It wasn’t enough.
Nothing felt enough tonight.
