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COLT

Daisy was coming home. Whatever I had to do, I’d do it.

Reath hadn’t let me drive. We were in one of his company SUVs, with Reath driving. Warner’s vehicle had been spotted in Mid-City. The streets passed in a blur. Was Daisy scared? Hurting? My gut cramped. I couldn’t fucking bear the thought.

I had to save her.

“Deep breath, Colt.”

I glanced at Reath. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Dante said from the back seat.

“I just need to get her back.”

“You’ve gone cold, I get that,” Reath said.

“I’m fine. I’m just focused.”

“You should’ve told Macy that,” Kav muttered.

I frowned. Everything from the last thirty minutes was a blur. All I’d been focused on was getting Daisy’s location. I had a vague memory of Macy’s worried face.

“She’s worried sick, and you treated her like she had an infectious disease.” Kav’s voice sounded disapproving. “She thinks you blame her.”

Everything inside me froze. “I don’t blame her.”

Kav cocked an eyebrow. “You should’ve told her that. She’s blaming herself.”

Fuck. I stared out the windshield. Kav was right. I knew how worried Macy would be about Daisy, and of course she’d blame herself.

I should have comforted her. Hell, I wasn’t used to being part of a couple. I’d messed things up already.

“I’ll tell her when we get back.” I’d make it right, once my daughter was home safely.

“There.” Reath pulled the SUV over. I saw the silver sedan parked on the street.

I was out before Reath turned off the engine. It only took two seconds to see the car was empty.

But I saw something on the seat.

An origami sunflower.

The one Macy had given to Daisy.

“He has her.” I turned and looked down the street. But where the hell had he taken her?

Reath was on the phone, directing his team to search properties in the area.

I looked around, letting my instincts take over. I tried to mentally trace what Warner would’ve done when he’d gotten out of the truck.

“These are all family homes,” I said. “Kids are at school, parents at work.”

“Warner could hole up in one of them for a few hours,” Beau said.

No. That didn’t feel right. Warner thought he was smart, leading us on a chase. He felt superior.