Tate’s grip on Grace’s waist tightened for a fraction of a second before he turned his hard gaze fully toward the doorway.
"How was Silas able to get out of prison?" Tate demanded, his voice dropping to a quiet tone that vibrated with suppressed rage. His brother was supposed to be locked away behind maximum-security bars, completely neutralized.
Jacob simply shrugged, a line of tight stress pulling at his jaw as he leaned against the doorframe. "I have no idea. The central precinct didn't send a dispatch, and the transport logs are completely locked down. But he was spotted at the outer perimeter less than twenty minutes ago."
Tate didn't waste another heartbeat. The instinct to shield his family took over, moving past the shock of the pregnancy to handle the immediate threat. He grabb
