It wants to go to Ellie.
Saxon catches my gaze over the engine hood, sweat streaking down his temple. He doesn’t have to ask. He already knows my attention is somewhere else.
“Go,” he says, quiet.
I don’t argue. I yank my helmet off, shove my gloves into my coat, and head for the truck like my boots are on fire.
Levi follows without being told.
Of course he does.
We’re halfway to Devil’s Kiss when my phone vibrates against my thigh.
Unknown number.
I answer without slowing. “Cooper.”
Ellie’s voice hits my ear, tight and breathless. “Wyatt.”
My grip tightens on the wheel. “Talk.”
“He’s here,” she says, and the words are clipped, controlled, like she’s forcing herself not to crack. “Graham is here.”
My vision sharpens. The road narrows. Everything in my body goes cold.
“Where,” I grind out.
“In the shop,” she says. “He cornered me. He’s—” She inhales, steadying. “He’s talking like he’s doing me a favor. Like he owns me.”
My jaw clenches so hard it aches. “Are you alone?”
“No,” she says, and I can hear the slightest shift in her tone—something like relief. “Sadie is nearby. Maddie told me what to do. I’m doing it.”
The words should calm me.
They don’t.
“What are you doing,” I ask, voice low.
Ellie exhales. “I flipped the security cameras on to record him.”
Heat flashes through my veins—pride and fear colliding. “Good. Keep him talking. Don’t?—”
“I know,” she snaps, then immediately softens, voice tight. “I know. Wyatt, I’m not going to fold.”
I can hear Graham in the background, faint but present. That smooth voice that makes my skin crawl.
“Ellie,” I say, and my voice drops, rough. “You’re not alone. You hear me?”
There’s a beat of silence, then she whispers, “I hear you.”
The line goes dead.
Levi stares at me from the passenger seat. “He’s there.”
“Yes.”
Levi’s face hardens. “You want me to?—”
