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The image on the screen didn’t move. It didn’t need to. The headline alone was enough to send the oxygen in the room vanishing:
BREAKING: SAVANNAH LANGFORD ESCAPES CUSTODY DURING TRANSPORT TO MAXIMUM SECURITY. TWO GUARDS DEAD. VEHICLE TORCHED.
I dropped the remote.
Jace stood still beside me, his hand tightening around the back of the couch. Theo paced behind us, already pulling up secondary surveillance feeds from god-knows-where.
"It can't be her," I whispered. "We saw Roman die. His entire network fell apart. She had no one left."
"That," Theo said without looking up, "is what makes her dangerous now. Savannah was always more venom than fang. Without a leash? She’s unpredictable."
Jace leaned forward. "Any chance she had help?"
Theo nodded. "Someone coordinated that breakout
