Almost another hour crawled by.
Then his phone buzzed again.
Axel reacted instantly, snatching it up so fast it nearly slipped from his grasp.
Ethan's name appeared.
He answered before the second ring.
"Axel, we captured them!"
Those words were like gasoline on a flame.
A sinister spark ignited in Axel's gaze. His shoulders were stiff, and his jaw was ticking hard enough to ache. The grief in his chest did not vanish, but it sharpened into something lethal.
"Where?" Axel asked, voice ice cold.
"Old district warehouse. They tried crossing the border. We cornered them before they reached Nevalis."
Axel couldn't be happier to hear this now. Those bastards chose Nevalis, the city where his men ruled the underground like a kingdom forged in gunpowder and steel. They couldn't have chosen a worse place to run.
Ethan continued, "Anthony and his team are securing the perimeter. We have all six of them alive. I arrived and started to interrogate, but—"
