I felt sick. “Wolf, I—”
He grabbed my face gently but firmly. “Listen to me. This is not your fault. Not one second of this has anything to do with you being careless or trusting. This is on him. Understand?”
Tears burned my eyes. I nodded.
Then—
A metallicbangechoed through the bunker door.
Trigger spun, rifle raised. “Breaching!”
Sheriff Tate snapped to his feet. “Positions!”
Saint grabbed his tablet and typed rapid-fire commands. “I’m activating secondary lockdown — but they’re overriding the system. Someone gave them the master codes.”
Wolf snarled, “Markson.”
The metal groaned under pressure.
A hinge squealed.
Dust drifted from the ceiling.
“BACK!” Wolf barked, shoving me behind him so fast the air rushed from my lungs.
Trigger and Havoc flanked the door.
Sheriff Tate held his weapon centered.
Saint moved behind a concrete pillar.
The door buckled inward.
A sliver of darkness appeared through the crack.
My heart raced so hard I felt it in my fingers.
Then—
A voice filtered through the opening.
Low.
Calm.
Familiar.
“Nora.”
My breath shattered.
My knees nearly gave out.
Wolf stiffened like a statue carved from stone.
Trigger whispered, “That’s one of them.”
Havoc’s eyes narrowed. “He knows her name.”
