Xavier POV

“Some bridges aren’t meant to be rebuilt but you cross them anyway when your family’s on the other side.”

Smoke still curled above the harbor like the night itself was burning down.

Luca had one hand on the wheel and the other hovering near his holster, eyes scanning every side street.

“Signal’s close,” he said, voice clipped.

“Zayne’s tracker is two blocks east, moving slowly. Looks like he’s on foot. But” He frowned at the tablet. “There’s movement ahead. ...