Noa’s fist shot out before he even thought about it, slamming into the dashboard with a crack. The screen in Ivy’s hand shook with the impact. Alessio swore under his breath, already grabbing the wheel and jerking the car into a hard U-turn that sent tires screaming on the pavement. Ivy’s knuckles whitened around her phone as the live feed flickered but stayed steady. The camera inside their safehouse showed Rook curled up on the cot, eyes open now terrified, like he could feel something ...