“The shop?” I snap. “What kind of movement?”
“Heat signature just popped,” Blaze says. “One inside. Maybe two—I’m trying to confirm.”
My pulse spikes.
Someone’s inside her shop.
Not watching.
Inside.
“Stay on him,” I tell Trigger and Beast, jerking my chin toward the guy on the ground. “Don’t let him go anywhere.”
“Got it,” Beast says, tightening his hold.
I turn—
And Tessa is already there.
Eyes locked on mine.
“I’m coming.”
I don’t argue.
No time.
“Move.”
We run.
Back through the trees.
Faster this time.
No stealth. No patience.
Just speed.
Branches snap under our feet. The river fades behind us.
My lungs burn—but I push harder.
Because this isn’t just a location.
This is her place.
Her life.
And someone is inside it.
I hear her behind me—keeping up, pushing just as hard.
No hesitation.
No fear slowing her down.
Good.
