Page 93 of Tempest’s Torment

"Four minutes out."

"Savage never checked in." Ghost's voice drops, worry and anger lacing his words. "I tried him thirty seconds ago."

Shit. "Something happened before he got there."

"Yeah. But we’ve no idea what the fuck’s happened. I've got everyone coming."

"Tell Rogue to pull everything, now."

"Already have." Ghost's voice is thick with emotion. "Don't do anything stupid when you get there."

"Find her," I urge. I can’t fucking lose her. I won’t.

"We will."

"Ghost."

"I know."

"Find her now."

I hear him barking orders before the call ends.

Four minutes. I'm four fucking minutes away. I push the bike harder.

Her voice won't leave my head. I'm sorry. Then nothing, I should've stayed. Fuck, I should've stayed.

I take the corner too fast but as the apartment building comes into view, there’s a fire engine out front, people on the pavement, and there’s smoke drifting from one of the upper windows.

I turn into the street and see Jinx at the mouth of the alley. I'm off my bike before I've properly killed the engine. He's sitting against the wall, blood running down the side of his face, one hand pressed to his temple.

His eyes find mine and something in his expression makes my stomach drop. "Where is she?"

Jinx tries to get to his feet.

"Where the fuck is Lilah?" I growl, my anger coming to the forefront.

"They took her."

I already know that, I fucking heard it. Still, hearing him say it does something to me. I look past him into the alley: empty. The fire escape hangs above us, there’s no Lilah, no SUV. Nothing.

"How long?"

"Couple minutes. Maybe less."

Fuck. I was four fucking minutes away.

"Which direction?"

"Out the alley, took a right. Black SUV."

I pull out my phone. "Rogue, where are you?"

"Two minutes."

"Black SUV. Left the alley less than five minutes ago. I want every fucking camera between here and⁠—"

"I've got it. Already pulling traffic feeds,” he tells me and I hang up.