That means—
“He knows where we are?” I ask.
Blaze hesitates.
“Not exact coordinates,” he says. “But he’s got a radius. And if he connects the dots…”
He doesn’t finish.
He doesn’t have to.
Ace turns to me.
And the look in his eyes—
That steady, controlled calm—
It’s gone.
This is something else.
Something harder.
“We’re moving,” he says.
No hesitation.
No discussion.
Just fact.
My heart kicks.
“Where?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he says. “Not here.”
Trigger is already grabbing gear.
Beast is at the door again, scanning like he expects Daniel to come back any second.
Blaze is moving fast, pulling up maps, rerouting something on the screens.
Everything is happening at once.
Controlled chaos.
But this time—
It doesn’t feel like control.
It feels like we’re being chased.
“I’m not running,” I say.
The words are out before I can stop them.
The room goes still.
