“Didn’t see it.”
Viper pulls ahead. “Doesn’t matter. We know the direction.”
We launch out of the lot.
Tires scream.
The cold air hits my face like a slap.
The van’s already halfway down the industrial strip when we turn the corner. I catch a glimpse of it. Dark paint, no markings.
They planned it.
They waited.
They knew we’d move tonight.
I push the throttle harder.
The engine screams.
If they touch her—
My mind doesn’t finish the thought.
I lean low over the tank.
Viper’s voice cuts through the comm. “They’ll hit the highway.”
“Then we hunt,” Ghost says.
Chapter 9
Carly
Iwaketopressurearound my wrists.
For one second, I’m back in that room.
The air feels wrong. Stale. Close. My arms are pulled behind me, rope biting into skin that only just started to heal.
My pulse spikes.
Then I breathe.
In.
Out.
The panic rises—
And stops.
Because I know something now that I didn’t know before.
Doc will come.
The Saints will come.
