“She woke for a second,” Jace noted. “That’s something.”
“She’s bleeding internally,” Silas said flatly.
Jace’s expression hardened. “How bad?”
“Bad enough.”
That was all he needed.
Jace nodded once. “I’ve got IDs. Partial list, but it’s enough to start. Lionetti’s people were there—no surprise. But there’s more. Buyers. Private security. Some of them didn’t make it out.”
Silas’s gaze didn’t leave Becca.
“Good.”
Theword landed heavy.
Cold.
“Lock down every route they could’ve taken,” Silas continued. “I want names, families, finances—everything. Anyone tied to that location is now a target.”
Jace didn’t question it. “Already in motion.”
“Quietly,” Silas added. “No noise. No headlines.”
A pause.
Then, finally, Silas looked up.
And there it was.
That shift.
Controlled—but fueled by something far more dangerous thananger alone.
“We’re not chasing them,” he said.
Jace’s brow lifted slightly. “No?”
Silas shook his head once.
“We’re taking everything they built… from the inside out.”
A slow burn.
A dismantling.
The kind that didn’t just hurt—
It erased.
Jace understood immediately. A faint smirk touched his mouth, sharp and approving. “Power play.”
“War,” Silas corrected.
But it didn’t sound loud.
It soundedcertain.
