Blaze’s POV
“Call Morgan.”
Edge already had his phone out.
I stood beside Chain, staring at the photograph on his laptop.
Ava.
My woman.
Standing beside Diego's hospital bed.
Someone had taken the picture minutes ago, through the recovery room window.
Beneath it were six words.
Bring the device. Or she dies.
“Come on,” I muttered.
Morgan finally answered.
“Edge?”
“Where's Ava?”
“With Diego. Why?”
“Put her on the phone,” I demanded.
“Blaze?”
“Now, Morgan.”
I heard movement.
Then her voice.
“Blaze?”
“Darlin', listen carefully.
"Somebody just sent us a photograph of you standing beside Diego.”
“What?”
“Taken through the recovery room window.”
Silence.
Then—
“Morgan!”
I heard her explaining.
Edge stepped closer.
“Put us on speaker, Princess.”
Morgan answered.
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