Too smart to miss this.
“Not yet,” I say.
Blaze nods once. “She’s going to.”
Yeah.
She is.
Because she’s not the kind of woman you keep things from.
Not anymore.
Tessa
I can tellsomething’s wrong.
Before Ace even turns back toward me—
I know.
It’s in the way his shoulders tighten.
The way Blaze stops typing.
The way the air in the room shifts.
I stand.
Walk toward them.
Slow.
Steady.
“You going to tell me,” I say, “or am I going to have to guess?”
Ace looks at me.
And I see it.
That hesitation.
That protective instinct kicking in again.
But this time—
He doesn’t shut me out.
“Daniel wasn’t alone,” he says.
My stomach drops.
“What does that mean? We already know he had men helping him shoot at us.”
Blaze answers this time.
“It means someone helped him find you. He’s watched you since the day you were released from prison.”
