KNOX’S POV

Whatever just happened to Gale — wherever he is, whatever is being done to him right now in a storage room in a shabby house where I put him — Logan FELT it. Through whatever bond they share.

My phone buzzes in my jacket. The vibration travels through the silver haze like a distant drum.

Logan hears it too.

His head snaps toward my pocket with the speed of a predator acquiring a target, and I see the calculation happen behind his wild, bloodied eyes.

Faster than thought, faster than language, the rapid-fire processing of a desperate man assembling a plan from broken pieces.

His hand moves to...