Toward wherever they took her.
“I know they are.”
Because I would.
Because it’s smart.
Because if someone had taken one of mine—
I’d come straight for them too.
Miles shifts uncomfortably nearby. “She’s bait now.”
My jaw tightens instantly.
“She’s not bait.”
“Russ—”
“She’s not bait.”
The words cut harder this time.
Sharp enough that silence drops immediately afterward.
Good.
Because I’m not having that conversation.
Not about her.
Not ever.
Lucas studies me carefully for a second before nodding once.
“We go after her.”
“Immediately,” I say.
“No delays.”
Clay reloads his weapon with a metallic snap. “Walking straight into their setup sounds fun.”
“Everything about this is bad,” Miles mutters.
No argument there.
Lucas crouches beside me and studies the terrain map in his hands. “We don’t rush blind.”
“We don’t wait either.”
His eyes flick toward me briefly.
Measuring.
Calculating.
Then finally—
