Beast reloads smoothly. “We go after him?”
I look down at Tessa.
Still breathing hard.
Still standing.
Still here.
Then back toward the dark where he disappeared.
My jaw tightens.
“Yeah,” I say.
Cold.
Final.
“We end this.”
37
Ace
We don’t waste time.
“Gear up,” I order.
No hesitation.
No debate.
This ends tonight.
Blaze is already moving, pulling up a live map on his tablet. “Signal’s faint, but I’ve got a direction. He’s bleeding—that’s helping us.”
Good.
Let him bleed.
“Distance?” Trigger asks, loading a fresh mag.
“Half mile. Maybe less,” Blaze says. “He’s not moving fast.”
“He will be,” Beast mutters.
Yeah.
He will.
Because men like Daniel?
They don’t run to survive.
They run to finish what they started.
“Tessa stays.”
