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Rain slapped the SUV windshield like warning shots from the sky. The road to Hollow Pines twisted through miles of shadow, each turn coiled with tension. Theo drove like the vehicle was an extension of his pulse—sharp, relentless, never slowing down.
"ETA, ten minutes," he said over the engine hum.
Jace sat beside me, his jaw clenched, eyes trained forward. But I could feel the heat radiating off him. Not just adrenaline.
Fury. Protection. Hunger for closure.
I checked the handgun strapped beneath my jacket. Fully loaded. Safety off. Beside me, a blade glinted in the leather sheath I'd strapped to my thigh.
"Remember," Jace said, voice low. "We’re not here to negotiate. We end this. Savannah doesn’t walk away this time."
I nodded, my voice steady. "She dies tonight."
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