THIRD PERSON POV
The house didn’t settle after the call ended and it didn’t return to anything close to normal. The tension stayed stretched tight across every room while engines cooled outside and voices stayed low and controlled.
Drake stood near the table with his hands braced against the wood and his head angled down. The photo of Storm was still burned into his vision while every instinct in him screamed to move and not stop moving.
“They’re playing us.” Havok said.
“They’re pulling us forward.” Cadey added.
“They’re setting the pace.” Heath said.
Drake pushed off the table and placed once across the room and back again. His steps carried too much force and too much intent for the small space.
“I don’t care what they want. I’m going now.” Drake announced.
“No.” Blade sa
