The hover car landed with the subtle hum of its engines easing into silence. Brice stepped out, his sharp eyes quickly scanning the thick expanse of trees that surrounded them. Jax, still seated behind the controls, leaned out.
"This is where Jean-Claude said," he said, not bothering to mask the doubt in his voice.
Brice didn't reply. He was already assessing their surroundings, the towering treetops blotting out much of what little light remained in the overcast sky. It felt all wrong. Too remote. Too quiet. His brother wouldn't be here unless something had gone terribly sideways. Folding his arms across his chest, he finally spoke without looking back.
"Get out," Brice ordered. "We're looking."
Jax hesitated for a beat, but there wasn't much point arguing with Brice when he used that tone—the kind that made people move if they valued their jobs or their lives.
