Jacob watched the warring emotions flash across his Tate face, his own posture hardening with a fierce urgency. He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a low, uncompromising tone. "Think about your decision before putting Grace at risk again, Tate," Jacob warned, his eyes boring into his boss's rigid frame. "You aren't just hunting a ghost anymore. Look at what's at stake." Receiving no response, Jacob let out a short, disappointed breath, turned on his heel, and walked off, the door clicking shut behind him.
Left entirely alone, Tate sank into a leather chair in the center of the room, his head dropping into his hands. The internal conflict tore at him. Half of his soul screamed to burn the valley to the ground, to find whoever had dared to compromise his security and leak those coord
