Jaxon’s POV
The car had been Alina’s.
Not the one she drove—we’d gotten rid of that weeks ago, too easy to track. But the vehicle we’d assigned to her, the armored SUV that was supposed to keep her safe. Someone had gotten into our compound, past our security, and planted enough C4 to turn that vehicle into a fireball.
If she’d been inside…
I couldn’t finish the thought. Wouldn’t let myself go there.
“How?” I demanded, cornering Blade in the aftermath while firefighters worked to contain the blaze. “How did someone get past our security?”
“I’m still trying to figure that out,” Blade said with a serious expression. “But whoever did this knew how our security worked—when guards switched their posts, where the cameras didn’t cover, and exactly which car to target. This was inside inform
