Xavier POV

“Family ties don’t break, they strangle and mine are wrapped around my throat.”

The glow of the monitors painted the room in cold light, blue and white lines tracing maps of surveillance routes, pings, and tagged locations.

Luca leaned against the table, phone pressed to his ear, muttering low.

Zayne paced. He’d been pacing for ten minutes straight, jaw set, eyes sharp with restless anger.

I watched them both and said, “We move tonight.”

Zayne stopped. “You’re sure ...