Kael's POV
The helicopter roared as it cut through the sky, the wind battering against the frame so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Below us, the truck dangled from the tow cables, swaying slightly but holding steady.
The two rogues Victor had advised we bring sat across from me, quiet and watchful, their presence a reminder that this was no simple mission. Darius sat beside me, shouting something over the noise, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Lucas still wasn't answering. Every call went straight to nothing, and every passing minute gnawed at me. I couldn't wait for him. Not now. Soraya didn't have that kind of time.
The sun was already sinking low on the horizon, throwing streaks of gold across the sky. Each fading ray felt like a countdown. Darius said her execution would happen before nightfall—if that was true, we were running out of time fast.
Darius jabbed me in the arm, snapping me back.
"Hey!" he shouted over the deafening rotors. "We'll be there soon. You ready?"
