And something savage inside me snapped.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Worse.
Cold.
Controlled.
The kind of anger that didn’t fade.
I looked straight at Rook. “How long before Mercer makes a move?”
“Soon.”
Not the answer I wanted.
“How soon?”
Rook’s steel-gray eyes held mine evenly.
“He already knows Shadow Division entered the board.”
Wolf frowned. “How?”
Rook gave him a look that somehow managed to say because this thing goes deeper than you realize without speaking.
“Mercer has eyes everywhere.”
Trigger cursed quietly.
Ava crossed her arms. “Then this farmhouse is compromised.”
“Yes,” Rook answered immediately.
Flick stiffened beside me. “What?”
“We move tonight,” Rook said.
“No.”
Every head turned toward me.
I stepped closer instinctively, putting myself between Flick and the room again.
“She’s exhausted.”
“She’s alive,” Rook corrected calmly. “That’s the priority.”
I hated that he was right.
Flick’s fingers wrapped around my arm suddenly.
“Hersh…”
I looked down immediately.
