Sami-
She couldn’t stop shaking.


Tank’s blood was still in the back of her throat. Not literally—she hadn’t seen the body. But she saw it on Grimm’s boots. In Reaper’s haunted stare. Felt it in the bone-deep silence after they returned.
The men weren’t yelling. That scared her more than if they were.


They were quiet.
Planning. Boiling.


She stood at the sink in Ace’s room, hands gripping the edge of the counter until her knuckles turned white. Her reflection in the mirror didn’t look like her anymore. This version of herself had shadows under her eyes. A wild edge in her stare.
She wanted to scream. To fight. To run.
The door opened behind her.
Their breath hitched in unison—chests barely brushing, air thick with something volatile. Lust, yes. But also fury. Fear. Desperation.


Sam
