Combat style.
Where the hell did, she learn that?
A questionfor later.
When I have her back in my arms.
The footage advanced.
More hostiles closing in.
Too many.
Then—
I saw it.
A figure stepping forward.
Blonde undercut.
Face tattoos near the temple.
Leather jacket.
My blood went ice cold.
Izzy.
“Zoom in,” I ordered.
Jace enhanced the frame.
Clear as day.
Izzy cocking a gun behind her head.
My entire body went still.
“That son of a bitch was in on it?” I said quietly.
How did we miss that?
How did I miss that?
The laptop flew across the room, smashing into the wall.
I didn’t care.
“Where was their last movement?” I demanded.
Jace’s fingers flew over keys.
“Storm knocked out power to that grid five minutes after extraction. Cameras died. We lost them heading toward the city.”
The city.
Which meant—
