Tyler’s POV
The text burned into my vision like it was seared there with a branding iron. I didn’t even realize my fists were curling until my knuckles popped.
They have her. Come alone.
I didn’t think. I just moved.
One second, I was standing in the cramped cabin living room, the hum of the old heater filling the air, Erica’s presence at my back like a tether holding me still. The next, I tore that tether away and was halfway to the door. My boots hit the wood hard enough to make it groan.
I told myself it made sense—hell, it did make sense. They couldn’t hurt Erica. They didn’t know where she was. I’d made sure of that when I brought her here. The safe house was off-grid, tucked deep in pine and shadow. No one stumbled onto it unless they knew exactly where to look, and no one knew
