“How many deputies know about this location?”
“Not many,” Wolf answered.
My stomach dropped.
Oh God.
The leak.
Another knock slammed against thedoor.
“Open up!”
Wrong.
Everything about it felt wrong.
Sheriff Tate would never pound on a door like that.
Would never sound aggressive.
Hersh’s body had gone terrifyingly still beside me.
Hunter stillness.
The kind that came before violence.
Then quietly?—
Too quietly?—
He spoke near my ear.
“Back upstairs. Now.”
This time I heard something different in his voice.
Not control.
Fear.
Not for himself.
For me.
And somehow that scared me more than the men outside.
Ava looked toward Wolf.
“You trust your sheriff?”
“With my life.”
“Then that’s not one of his men.”
Ice flooded my veins.
Outside, the voice shouted again.
