Chest burning.
My hands shake once before I force them still.
No.
No, this is not happening.
Miles steps closer carefully. “Russ…”
I don’t look at him.
Can’t.
Because if I do, I might actually lose control.
“She’s gone,” he says quietly.
The words settle across the canyon like a death sentence.
And something inside me goes ice cold.
I slowly turn back toward the road where the convoy disappeared.
Dust still hangs in the air.
That’s all they left behind.
“She’s not gone.”
My voice comes out calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that scares people.
Clay studies me carefully from a few feet away. “Then what is she?”
I finally look at them.
Lucas.
Clay.
Miles.
Every face waiting for me to break.
Instead, something else settles into place inside me.
Sharp.
Certain.
Deadly.
“Target.”
Silence.
