Emma
*She's at the ranch.*
The message on Nash’s screen turned our temporary sanctuary into a live target. Jake didn’t flinch; the president took over with ruthless calm. "Nash, cut the exterior floods, switch the perimeter glass to infrared, and put Tiny and Raven on the north ridge," Jake ordered, his voice flat and hard. "Box anyone who crosses the creek bridge. Sophia, kill local Wi-Fi and trace the relay ping. Nobody transmits unless it's on our closed club band."
"Gravel wash buys us forty minutes before anyone reaches the lower gate," Nash said, bolting out the front door.
Jake threw the heavy iron deadbolt behind him and turned to face me. The heat from our interrupted kiss still burned against my lips, but cold adrenaline now surged through my veins.
"Upstairs," Jake said gen
