Terrifyingly fast.
Rook’s operator checked the ridge through a scope.
“Three shooters northwest.”
“Two east.”
“Movement closing south side.”
Rook turned toward me sharply.
“The barn matters.”
I already knew.
Frank diedtrying to tell us.
Whatever Flick’s father hid there?—
Mercer was terrified of it being found.
Wolf slammed a fresh mag into his rifle.
“So how do we get there?”
Lightning flashed violently across the ranch.
Illuminating the old red barn about a hundred yards behind the farmhouse.
And moving toward it through the storm?—
were black-clad mercenaries with suppressed weapons.
Rook’s eyes narrowed.
“Like this,” he said coldly.
Then he looked directly at me.
“Blaze.”
“Yeah.”
“You stay on my six.”
The look in his eyes said the rest.
Protect Flick.
Kill anyone who touches her.
And honestly?
Nothing had ever sounded more natural to me in my life.
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