MasukMELANIE'S POVI heard it before I understood what it was — a deep, concussive roar that shook the command vehicle, followed by a wave of heat and light visible even through the small windows, turning the evening sky orange for one terrible, endless moment."Jethro!" I was out of my seat before anyone could stop me, reaching for the door."Mrs. Blackstone, you need to stay—""Let me out!" I shoved past the security agent assigned to keep me in the vehicle, stumbling out into the chaos beyond. The barn was gone, replaced by a column of fire and smoke climbing into the darkening sky, debris still raining down across the surrounding field. Men were running, shouting, Brandon's voice cutting through the chaos on every radio at once."Status! I need status on everyone, now!"I ran toward the wreckage, ignoring every shout telling me to stay back, my eyes scanning desperately through the smoke and flame for any sign of him."Jethro!" His name tore out of me, raw and broken. "Jethro!"Figures
JETHRO'S POVWe moved into position just after four in the afternoon, three hours before Rodrigo's predicted arrival, every team member exactly where Brandon's weeks of surveillance told us they needed to be.I sat in the command vehicle beside Melanie, watching the live feed from the cameras Brandon's team had finally managed to place closer to the barn, my whole body humming with the particular, focused calm that always settled over me right before everything else fell away except the task in front of me."You're quiet," Melanie said, her hand finding mine."I'm focused." I squeezed her fingers. "This is the part where I stop being your husband for a few hours and become something else. I need you to understand that isn't me pulling away from you. It's me making sure I come back to you.""I understand," she said, and I believed her, understood that she'd learned, these past months, the particular shape of what this fight required from both of us.At 6:47, the dark sedan appeared on
MELANIE'S POVThe three days before Thursday moved like something underwater, slow and strange, every ordinary moment weighted with the knowledge of what waited at the end of them.I practiced violin more than usual, finding that the discipline of it — the careful, repetitive work of relearning something difficult — gave my mind somewhere productive to go instead of circling endlessly through every possible outcome of the raid. Melissa came by twice, both times simply sitting with me while I played, her presence a quiet, steady comfort I'd come to rely on more than I ever had before."You're really going through with being there," she said, the second afternoon, watching me pack a small bag of things I thought I might need in the command vehicle."I have to. I can't sit at home waiting for a phone call again.""I know." She studied my face. "I'm scared, Mel. For you, for Jethro, for all of it.""I'm scared too. But I'm more scared of not being close enough to know immediately, whateve
JETHRO'S POVI called everyone into the study six days after we confirmed Rodrigo's pattern — Brandon, Rocco (back on his feet now, though still moving carefully), two senior members of my security team, and Lycan, who'd insisted on being present despite my initial reluctance."We move in three days," I said, spreading the surveillance photographs across the desk. "His next visit is predicted for Thursday evening, based on the pattern we've tracked for two weeks now. I want to take him then, inside that barn, before he has any chance to retreat to somewhere better defended.""Alive or dead?" Rocco asked bluntly."Alive, if possible. I want answers — who's funding this beyond whatever leverage he holds over Lycan, how deep his network actually runs, whether there are threats still active even if we remove him from the equation." I looked around the room. "But I'm not sending anyone in to die for the sake of taking him alive. If it comes down to his life or one of ours, we choose ours e
MELANIE'S POVBrandon's call came on a Tuesday evening, and I knew from the way Jethro's whole body went still that whatever he was hearing mattered more than anything we'd learned in weeks."Say that again," Jethro said into the phone, his voice carefully controlled.I set down the violin I'd been practicing and crossed the room to stand beside him, my heart already pounding."Understood. Don't move on anything yet. I want to see the footage myself." He ended the call and looked at me, and I saw something I hadn't seen in his face in a long time — real, unguarded hope."What is it?""Activity at the property. A car arrived two hours ago. Brandon's team got a partial view through the long-range lens." He was already moving toward his laptop. "Melanie, I think it might be him."My hands went cold. "Rodrigo. You think Rodrigo's actually there.""I don't know yet. I need to see it myself before I let either of us believe it." He pulled up the feed, grainy and distant, and together we wat
MELANIE'S POVI asked Jethro to bring my violin home from the evidence locker two weeks after the gala, once Brandon confirmed there was nothing more to be learned from it.He carried the case into the bedroom himself, setting it carefully on the bed like something fragile, and stood back while I stared at it, my hands twisted together in my lap."You don't have to open it today," he said quietly. "There's no deadline on this.""I know." I reached out and touched the worn leather handle, feeling the familiar shape of it under my fingers. "I just keep thinking about what you said. That you wanted to hear me play again, once this was over.""It's not over yet.""No." I looked up at him. "But maybe I don't have to wait for over. Maybe I can start now, and let it be part of how we get there instead of something waiting on the other side of it."He studied my face for a long moment, something soft moving behind his eyes. "Whatever you need."I opened the case slowly. The violin lay exactly







