That picture wasn’t for them.
It was for us.
Message received.
We see her.
Beside me, Flick had gone completely still.
Too still.
Fear flashed across her face so fast it punched straight through my chest.
Not panic.
Recognition.
The kind that comes from understanding exactly what kind of monsters you’re dealing with.
Trigger moved away from the windows immediately.
“Get down from the glass.”
Everybody shifted at once.
Wolf killed the front lights near the tavern entrance.
Darkness swallowed half the room again.
Tate stepped sideways from the window frame, weapon already back in his hand.
“No plates,” he muttered.
Ava swore softly under her breath.
Isabel looked close to hyperventilating beside the bar.
“H-how did they get her picture?”
Nobody answered immediately.
Because honestly?
Nobody wanted to say it out loud.
Leak.
Again.
Hersh’s hand suddenly caught mine.
Firm.
Grounding.
I looked up at him instantly.
And God?—
