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“Well, let’s hope we don’t get lost. No one will ever find us.”

“Yeah, aside from the tags we still have.”

I laughed at first, but then looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean? What tags?”

“The tags in our arms.”

That didn’t ring true. “I don’t have a tag in my arm.”

“Uh…pretty sure you do. Cap insisted on it. Remember? After we were taken?”

“No,” I said, my irritation growing by the second. “I think I would remember getting tagged.”

Parker shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearing his throat as he turned down the road by the trees.

“Parker, what aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing. I mean, it’s possible he tagged you when…when you were sleeping.”

Fire burned in my gut at the thought of them doing that to me. “And you let them?”

“Let is such a simple term. I mean, there was you and there was me. And we were both recovering from prison, and Cap insisted?—”

“So, you let him?” I gasped.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time!”

“Right,” I laughed ironically. “A good idea for them to stick a tracker in us, and for the rest of our days, they’ll always know where we are.”

Parker glanced over at me, clearly not as concerned as I was. “Come on, Blake. What’s the worst that could happen? We know these guys. They’re good guys.”

“Yes, good guys who put a killer robot in our house and burned the damn thing down!”

“Technically, that was one guy.”

I snorted in derision. “One guy, but they all followed his lead. I’m telling you, we need to remove these trackers and escape from their grip.”

“You’re being a tad dramatic. Look at all Cap did for us. We wouldn’t even be together if it weren’t for him.”

That was true. Perhaps I was overreacting just a little. Then again, my house had just been burned down. I was bound to be a little cranky.

“You’re right. I’ll let it go.”

“Thank you.” Leaning forward, he peered out the windshield. “Is that?—”

I followed his gaze, shaking my head at the massive house in the distance. No, it wasn’t a house. That was a freaking mansion.

“Holy cow. He wasn’t joking. That thing is huge.”

“Must be some kind of bed and breakfast,” Parker noted.

A few minutes later, we were pulling up to the gate, but there wasn’t a single soul in sight to let us in. Unrolling the window, Parker pressed the button on the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Parker, I was wondering when you were gonna show up. Took you long enough to get there.”

He looked at me, narrowing his eyes before answering. “Knight?”