Violet scrambled out, her clothes torn and her hair disheveled, but her eyes were bright with a manic, triumphant fury. She looked across the chaos, her gaze locking directly onto Seron, who was pinned behind a stack of pallets.
"Oh, Seron!" she laughed, a sound that cut through the gunfire. "You really are your father's son. You thought you could orchestrate our downfall? We've been training for this moment since you were in diapers."
Ace grabbed her, pulling her toward the waiting SUV. The rescue team laid down a wall of suppressing fire, creating a path to freedom.
As the vehicles screeched away into the dark, Seron remained behind, shivering in the sudden, deafening quiet. He had tried to play both sides, but now, he realized with a sinking heart, he had lost both.
—
Max had finally arrived at Violet's safehouse.
