“This is Havoc,” she says. “He’s… he’s helping us.”
Grandpa studies me.
Then nods slowly.
“Good,” he says. “You needed help.”
Yeah.
She did.
And I’m not going anywhere.
I meet Aspen’s eyes.
And I see it.
Relief.
Gratitude.
Something deeper.
Something that wasn’t there before.
Or maybe it was.
And now we just can’t ignore it anymore.
I stand.
Offer a hand.
“We need to move,” I say.
Because we’re not done.
Not even close.
But as I watch her help her grandfather to his feet—
As I watch the way she holds him, protects him—
I make one thing very clear in my head.
They tried to use him.
Tried to break her.
Tried to send a message.
They succeeded in one thing.
They made this personal.
And now?
Now I’m not just protecting them.
I’m hunting whoever thought this was a good idea.
And I won’t stop—
Until they’re all gone.