~Caden's POV~
The text from Rhys arrives at 4:47 in the afternoon, a single word, sent without preamble or explanation because none is needed.
Here.
Caden is at his desk when it comes through, midway through a report on the eastern patrol rotation that suddenly stops mattering the moment the phone lights up beside it. He sets the report down. He does not read the rest of the page in front of him, though his eyes pass over it twice without absorbing a single line. He simply sits with the word for a long moment, turning it the way he has learned to turn most information about her now, slowly, without letting the first reaction be the only one he allows himself.
She has crossed the border. She is somewhere in his territory tonight, in a house he prepared and locked three times and has not
