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The wind cut across my face like a blade as we sped down the dark road, leaving Hollow Pines in the rearview mirror. The silence inside the SUV was heavier than the blood-soaked bandage on my shoulder. Jace held my hand like I might disappear if he let go, his grip tight, grounding.
Theo’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the winding road ahead. And Ivy—sweet, bruised Ivy—slept in the back seat, her chest rising and falling, fragile but steady.
No one spoke. There was nothing to say.
Savannah was alive—barely. We had her. Theo’s reinforced safehouse now held her sedated, bound, restrained in a steel-lined room beneath layers of encryption and concrete. The mission had been a success on paper. But the weight in my chest said otherwise.
Because Dani was
