He watched her shadow pass across the curtain—small, restless, unable to sleep. Still running even when standing still. She had no idea what she'd walked into. No idea that the man hunting her was the same man who'd ordered his sister's death. No idea that Black Pine wasn't just a refuge she'd stumbled upon by chance—it was the only place in the country where the people hunting Geoffrey Hale were already armed and waiting. Cole straightened. Rolled his shoulders. Let the cold air clear the rage into something sharper and more useful.
Tomorrow, he told himself. Tomorrow you tell her the truth—all of it.
But tonight—
His phone buzzed. He pulled it out. A single text from Ghost:
Black SUV. Colorado plates. Parked two blocks from the bar. Engine's still warm.
Cole stared at the message.
