Grace POV

The message doesn't mention Lori by name.

It's not even from Damien's number.

But I know. Every instinct screams it. That bastard has Lori.

My hands shake as I stare at the screen. 'Third outpost in the border Black Forest. Small cabin.'

"Grace." Ethan's voice cuts through my panic. "I—fuck. I'm sorry. I have to handle something. It's urgent."

I look up. His face is tight, jaw clenched. Whatever message he received, it's rattled ...