“Someone talked.”
Fear slid straight down my spine.
Not just fear.
Violation.
Because suddenly this house didn’t feel abandoned anymore.
It felt hunted.
Ava looked genuinely shaken now.
“Mercer shouldn’t have known about the evidence.”
Trigger barked a humorless laugh.
“Well, apparently Mercer knows EVERYTHING.”
Then—
headlights swept across the broken bedroom wall.
Everybody froze instantly.
A vehicle.
Outside.
Coming up the driveway.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
And Hersh’s voice turned ice cold.
“We’ve got company.”
42
BLAZE
The headlights cut through the rain like knives.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Coming straight toward the house.
Every instinct inside me locked tight instantly.
Wolf killed the flashlight.
Darkness swallowed the bedroom again except for the lightning flashing through the shattered window.
“Downstairs,” he ordered quietly.
