But not this.
Not even close.
I glance at Tessa.
She’s scanning the treeline.
Not scared.
Focused.
Cold.
“He’s still out there,” she says.
“Yeah.”
Her jaw tightens.
“Then we find him.”
I study her for a second.
Then nod.
“We will.”
Blaze’s voice comes through again.
“Ace… we’ve got another problem.”
Of course we do.
“What now?”
A pause.
Then—
“The florist shop… there’s movement inside.”
Everything in me goes still.
And then—
It ignites.
“Everyone move,” I snap.
Because this?
This isn’t over.
It’s just getting started.
47
Ace
