Page 93 of Empire of Ash

My mouth thins to a tight, grim line.

“Not awordgets out to anyone where we’re going. And I want a team shadowing Oliver. Immediately.”

“Consider it done.”

I sit silent and grim in the backseat as Liam roars us to the airport, and to Ella.

Oliver crossed a line. He didn’t just make it personal, he made it aboutElla.

He made it about something—someone—I care more about than I’ve cared about anything in a long, long time. If ever.

And once I know she’s safe?

I’m going to burn him to the fucking ground.