The drive back to Silvermoon territory took three hours that felt like three years.
Ezra had helicopters waiting, but weather grounded them. So we drove, pushing the SUVs beyond safe speeds while Kyle fed us updates through the phone on speaker.
"Maya's holding the safe room, but they're trying to burn them out." His voice was tight with controlled panic. "Smoke inhalation is becoming a concern. The boys are starting to cough."
My hands clenched so hard my nails drew blood. Through the bond, I felt Caden's matching terror and Ezra's cold, calculating rage.
"ETA?" Ezra demanded.
"Thirty minutes at current speed."
"Make it twenty." Ezra's driver nodded and pressed harder on the accelerator.
I closed my eyes, reaching for the bond with my sons. It was there, faint but present—the Triad
