My stomach drops.
“Where is he?” I repeat.
Trigger’s jaw flexes.
“We lost his signal about an hour ago.”
The room tilts.
“No,” I whisper. “He wouldn’t just— he wouldn’t—”
“He went dark,” Wolf says gently. “Which means either comms failure… or trouble.”
Marco turns from the window.
The look on his face makes my chest tighten.
He already knows.
“She took him,” he says quietly. “I know she did.”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
“No,” I say quickly. “She wants the baby. She wants me.”
“She wants leverage,” Marco replies.
His voice is calm.
Too calm.
“And Saint is the leverage.”
My chest tightens until it hurts to breathe.
I pull my daughter closer, pressing her tiny head beneath my chin.
“This is my fault,” I whisper. “If I hadn’t come here—”
“No,” Wolf says firmly.
His voice cuts through the room like a blade.
“This is on her.”
I look at them.
At these dangerous, capable men who have spent days protecting us.
For the first time since we arrived…
I don’t feel protected.
I feel hunted.
And in the middle of that fear, another realization crashes into me.
I don’t just need Saint because he’s protecting us.
