his face.
Cold.
Focused.
Furious.
Not scared.
That somehow terrified me more.
“Flick,” he said quietly.
My throat tightened hard.
“Yeah?”
“You got a go bag?”
I blinked.
“A what?”
“A bag already packed in case you have to run fast.”
Oh.
Witness protectionsurvival.
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
“At the house.”
His jaw tightened instantly.
Not ideal.
Not even close.
Trigger looked toward Wolf. “Think they’re testing defenses?”
“Probably.”
Tate’s expression stayed grim. “Or trying to scare her into bolting.”
My stomach twisted violently.
Because they’d almost succeeded.
Ava carefully moved Isabel farther from the windows.
“They know she’s here now.”
No.
Not just here.
