Then Daemon heard it, the tracking device beeping, back to life. It was working again.
Daemon's hand tightened around the tracker in his pocket as its loud, shrill beep broke the silence.
His pulse quickened as he traced the signal's direction—showing red dot on the map, it pointed to the the port.
That was all he needed.
His jaw set, his gaze fixed with an intensity that had his men snapping to attention.
"Everyone, gather up!" Daemon's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.
His men and Tristan hurried over, exchanging worried glances as they looked between him and the blinking device.
Aurora's signal had finally come back, but he knew it wasn't a relief.
His mind raced, piecing together everything they had discovered in the past few hours.
Aurora's disappearance wasn't just a simple kidnapping.
It was something bigger, more sinister—human trafficking.
The thought clawed at him.
