Grace's POV

I couldn't hear the other end, but Hunter's body tensed beneath me, every muscle going rigid.

"When?" A pause that seemed to stretch too long. "I'll be there."

He hung up, his jaw tight enough that I could see the muscle ticking.

"What is it?" I asked, pushing up to see his face properly.

"That was Reid," he said, his voice flat. "They found Paulo."

My stomach dropped like a stone. I knew it was bad. "Found how? Is he—"

"Alive. Barely." Hunter's voice was grim, his ...