"We got something!"
Silas is out of bed in seconds. He grabs his pants from the floor, pulling them on with quick, efficient movements.
I watch him, my heart racing.
Something's wrong.
I can feel it.
Silas crosses to the door and yanks it open.
Jace is standing there, breathing hard. His eyes are bright. Intense.
"We found her," he says without preamble. His voice tight with barely contained energy.
"We found where they're keeping Inez."
The world stops.
I hear the words, but they don't register at first. Not fully.
And then they hit me all at once.
Inez.
They found Inez.
I'm already moving. Scrambling out of bed. Ignoring the pain in my ribs. The soreness in my legs. I grab the first clothes I can find—a t-shirt. Sweatpants.
I don't care that they're not mine. I don't care about anything except getting to her.
"Where?" I demand, my voice sharp. Frantic.
Jace glances at me, then back at Silas.
Silas nods once.
"Talk," Silas says. His voice is calm. Controlled. "She knows everything."
Jace steps into the room.
"Miami," he says quickly.
"We've been getting word that a shipment of girls was being brought in."
"So, I planted one of our guys in Lionetti's ranks as a guard."
"He found her."
Silas goes still. His jaw tightens.
"You planted someone?" he says slowly. His voice is measured. Not angry. But questioning.
"Without running it by me first?"
Jace meets his eyes directly. No apology. No flinching.
"There wasn't time," he says evenly. "The window was closing."
