Edge's POV
4:53 a.m. — South Carolina
“Train, you're in charge until I get back.
"Chain, keep monitoring everything coming out of Mexico.”
“Sure as f**k will, Prez.”
I grabbed my jacket.
“Domingo?”
“Rafa's arranging transportation once you land.
"I'll coordinate everything from here.”
“Good.”
Blaze stood near the chapel doors, practically vibrating with impatience.
“Five minutes,” I told him.
He nodded.
I stepped into the hallway and called Vina.
She answered on the third ring.
“Logan?”
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“It's almost five in the morning. What's wrong?”
“Blaze and I are heading to Mexico. We're bringing Ava home.”
I heard her sit up.
“Wait. What? Is our daughter okay?”
“She's alive, Vina. She's not injured.”
“Alive?” Her voice sharpened. “What the hell does that me
