The city was quiet that night, but the storm inside Kiera Vale was anything but. Every heartbeat reverberated with the knowledge that Victor Hale had crossed a line. Taking Kade's sister wasn't just a calculated move—it was personal, meant to break him, to manipulate Kiera, to test their resolve. And yet, somewhere in the chaos, a fierce determination had taken root.
They sat in the command center, surrounded by monitors and flashing alerts. Kade's hand hovered near his weapon, his knuckles white as he replayed the drone footage, tracing the SUV's path again and again. Kiera leaned over the map, tracing the winding roads with a trembling finger.
"He's organized this perfectly," Kade muttered, frustration tightening his jaw. "Every possible escape route, every contingency. He's ruthless."
"Yes," Kiera said, her voice low but steady. "But he's predictable in his arrogance. He always wants to be seen as the ultimate puppeteer. That's how we find him."
