“Just—here,” I snap, not explaining.
No time.
Because how the hell do I say I spent the better part of a week sticking trackers everywhere I could without her noticing?
Her shoes.Purse lining.Winter coat.Favorite belt buckle.
Unhinged?
Maybe.
But she’s mine, and now she’s missing, and if my paranoia means we find her faster, I don’t give a flying fuck what it makes me.
“Okay, psycho stalker,” Kai mutters, already plugging into the feed I forwarded him.“We’ve got movement.”
I lean over his shoulder, eyes scanning the GPS update.
“Shit,” he curses.“They’re headed to Manhattan.Just jumped on the Parkway.”
I slam a fist into the armrest as the sky decides to open the fuck up, dumping a freezing wintry mix across the windshield like we’re starring in the world’s worst action movie.
Wipers screech.
Visibility drops.
The roads gleam slick and mean under the growing slush.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
“Buckle up,” I growl.“We can’t lose them or give them too much of a head start.”
Kai guns the engine, and we lurch forward, weaving into traffic like a bat out of hell.
The plan?
Track the vehicle.
Confirm they have her.
Don’t spook the fucker.
Don’t endanger her.
But everything in me is screaming to hurry up.
My brain.My instincts.My heart.
And this goddamn weather is slowing us down.
Hold on, Angel.
I’m coming.
And whoever took you—they better pray they’re gone before I get there.
Because if I find them first?
