Candice.
"How far?" Killian asked.
"Forty minutes," I said. "Maybe less if Claude drove faster."
Claude drove faster.
I sat in the backseat squeezing my phone so tight my fingers ached. Leo’s number was already on the screen. I kept calling every three minutes the whole way there. Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail. After a while, I stopped bothering with messages. What was the point of talking into empty air?
Killian continued facing forward in the passenger seat, jaw locked, murmuring orders into his phone to the warriors behind us. His voice stayed low and steady. I clung to every word like it was the only thing keeping me from screaming.
I stared out the window and tried to breathe.
"The drive data puts them in a residential block," Killian said without turning around. "Human neigh
