Jasper’s POV
The little silver capsule sat in my palm, warm from her body, its weight far heavier than its size should allow.
Years. She’d carried this thing for years, and he’d been listening the entire time.
Scarlett was still sitting against the boulder, her hand pressed gingerly to the bandaged spot beneath her ribs. Her breathing was steadier now, but I saw the storm in her eyes. She wasn’t just shaken. She was shattered.
Hughes eyed the tracker like it was a snake about to bite. “We can’t keep it with us. It’s live. Every second it’s here, they’re zeroing in tighter.”
“No,” I said. “We use it.”
Hughes looked up. “Bait?”
I nodded, glancing down the slope where moonlight caught the glint of rifle barrels moving among the brush. “If David’s men think we’re pinned somewhere else,
