That’s worse.
“Let’s move,” I say.
Tessa comes down the stairs with a small bag.
That’s it.
Everything she owns up there—and she takes what matters.
I like that.
We move as a unit.
Back door.
Alley.
Quiet.
Controlled.
The air feels tight.
Like something’s about to snap.
“Left,” Trigger says, already moving. “Stay close.”
We do.
Footsteps echo softly against the brick.
Tessa’s right behind me.
I can feel her there.
Steady.
Trusting.
We clear the alley.
Blaze’s truck is waiting.
Engine running.
“Go,” he says.
We pile in fast.
Trigger up front.
Beast in back with us.
I pull Tessa in beside me as the truck lurches forward.
“Anyone see them?” I ask.
“Not yet,” Blaze says.
