Jake
The county courthouse at four in the morning was supposed to be empty.
Instead, Bradley Vance was walking through a side entrance carrying a sealed evidence case containing something made from Emma’s stolen blood.
Every instinct in me screamed to get on my bike.
I reached for my keys.
Then stopped.
Emma noticed.
“So,” she said carefully, “are we appreciating personal growth?”
Nash barked out a laugh.
I pointed at him. “One more sound.”
He raised both hands.
Emma stepped closer, her mouth twitching. “You stopped yourself.”
“Barely.”
“I’m still counting it.”
I looked down at her. She was exhausted, pale, and wearing clothes she’d been living in for far too many hours, but there was more strength in her eyes than when she’d first stumbled into my shop.
“What do you want to
