Soren’s POV
Raisel and I stood in Jace’s basement, watching the screens where he tracked people. The glow from the monitors cast eerie shadows across the room. My grandfather stood nearby, his face twisted in anger as he muttered curses under his breath.
"That bastard Joshua used her," he growled, pacing. "Dalton’s business is in danger because of this."
I barely heard him. My eyes were locked on the grainy surveillance footage. “Zoom in,” I ordered. The image sharpened, revealing a stretcher. A doctor hovered over it, IV lines and a blood bag hooked up to the man being loaded into an ambulance.
Raisel sucked in a sharp breath. "Joshua's not dead," she whispered, her voice trembling.
I reached for her hand, squeezing it. "You're safe," I assured her. But deep down, I knew that safety
