Thirty-Three
Justice’s cry for help reverberated in Jackson’s soul as he sought to pinpoint her location. He headed for the lowest level, trusting the bond they shared to lead him to her. He could sense her far below him, in the tunnels under Brimfield, moving toward the centre of town.
The freak attack had been a diversion, one they couldn’t have planned themselves. Someone must be pulling the strings, and Jackson intended on finding them and tearing them apart… after he forced them to tell him who had sold them out.
Whoever had taken Justice had known exactly where to find her.
He reached the stairs to the basement level and focused on Justice. She had stopped moving, but the turmoil of her emotions surged through the bond. He fought down a rising sense of panic, overcome by the need
