***
10:00:00
The timer on the screen felt like a noose, tightening with every breath I took.
Ivy. Bound. Bleeding.
Ten hours to save her. Ten hours to stop Lena. Ten hours to decide how far we’d go before we lost ourselves completely.
Jace stood over the kitchen sink, gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His knuckles were white, jaw clenched so tight I thought he might break his teeth.
“We’re not waiting ten hours,” he said, voice hoarse.
“We don’t even know where she is,” I whispered, staring at the still image of Ivy’s swollen face on the phone. “We don’t have a location. A clue. Anything.”
He looked at me, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes. “Then we force someone to talk.”
***
9:17:43
Tristan.
It had to be him.
He was the connector.
