No.
No, he’s not—
I shove through the smoke, ignoring the burn in my lungs, scanning, searching—
Nothing.
No body.
No movement.
No Daniel.
“Damn it!” I slam my fist into the side of the truck, rage slicing through me.
He was right there.
Right there.
And now—
“He’s gone,” Trigger says, voice tight with frustration.
I turn slowly.
Every instinct in me still screaming.
Every nerve lit up.
Because this isn’t over.
Not even close.
“He planned that,” Beast mutters. “Whole thing was a setup.”
Yeah.
I know.
I drag a hand down my face, trying to rein it in—
Trying to lock it back down—
But then I hear it.
“Tessa?”
Her voice.
Soft.
Too soft.
I spin.
She’s standing a few feet back.
Still exactly where I left her.