A woman. I could tell by the way she moved.
She removed her mask, and my stomach dropped.
Cara Long.
She looked exactly like I remembered. Her hair was shaved close to her head. Her arms were sinewy and strong. A long cut ran along her square jaw—probably from the fight at the airstrip.
She stalked forward, clearly furious.
The tall figure beside her pulled off his mask, revealing a blond man with a sharp jaw.
“Cara—”
She shoved him away.
“Get off me, David. This is your fault.”
“Cara, I’m sorry—”
She spun and kicked him hard in the kneecap. Then again in the ribs.
“We were so goddamn close. We almost had her!”
“At least we know what she looks like now. Plus, it looks like she needs her hands for her power. This is good. We have new information.”
“It’s not enough! Without her this plan is fucked. Let’s just hope that goddamn doctor has a better idea.”
She stormed toward a nondescript door and slammed it behind her.
Her companion, wincing, limped after her.
“We need to go. Now.”
Seph wasn’t listening. Her face had gone pale.
“Seph!” I barked.
She turned toward me. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“He’s here, Kieran.”
“You don’t know they’re talking about Marr.”
“But—”
“You don’t,” I cut in. “And if there are as many ferals down there as I think there are, we need to get the hell out of here before someone spots us.”
She looked back toward the plant. Her hands lifted slightly, reaching for someone who wasn’t there.
“I can feel her.”
“Seph, please. We looked. Now we have to go. We can take this back to Elliot.”
I thought I might have to grab her. Shake her.
But finally, she nodded.
“Okay.”
