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Three of them stood hidden in the shadows. Three wolves amongst a flock of sheep.
And I was the most vulnerable one of them all.
I lifted my gaze to the slanted metal slats, staring at the road.
There had never been any Hale.
Never any black site.
Never any revenge or sister to save.
My shoulders curled as agony throbbed, stabbing me from the inside.
Viv…
Ryth.
A quake tore free.
Oh, Ryth.
My sisters would never know what had happened to me. There’d be no body to find, no Priest to torture. There’d be nothing but the fading memory of a sister they’d never known.
You weren’t there!
Vivienne’s screams haunted me as the truck rolled and bounced, the engine gunning as we raced toward a brand new hell. It felt like it now. Heat radiated from the metal of the truck. Beads of sweat gathered across my brow. My breaths turned to panic.
Riven.
Kane…
Thomas.
They would be dead by now. All because of me.I should never have stepped in front of his car. Never followed them. Never met with The Teacher, never watched London almost kill the Priest.
Then maybe none of us would be here.
A faint dark blur caught my focus as the truck raced to its destination. The longer I stared, the sharper the blurs became. It was two vehicles, hauling ass toward us, a tan Humvee and some kind of black four-wheel drive behind it.
Sunlight glinted off the Humvee’s windshield, the reflected light finding me through the slats of the door as it hurtled closer and closer…and closer.
“What the fuck?” The guard behind me muttered.
The faint sound of a roaring engine followed. The vehicles were getting closer now, so close I could see a hulking shape behind the wheel.
VRROOOM…
As the Humvee swung into the lane beside us, the top of it opened up. A man rose, dragging a massive gun with him.
BOOM!
BOOM.
BOOMBOOMBOOM!
I jumped at the deafening gunshots. Bullets pierced the side of the truck, spearing blinding light inside to fall across the faces of the terrified Daughters.
Only .50 cal bullets did that.The words raced through my head. These weren’t just any guns…nor were they just any men. They moved like…soldiers.