Worn soft with age.
He handed it to me carefully.
My breath caught instantly.
It was me.
Sixteen years old.
Standing outside the ranch house.
Laughing about something.
And written across the bottom in red ink?—
STAY AWAY FROM HER. OR WE WILL KILL HER.
My knees nearly gave out.
“Oh my God…”
“They took this photo of you when we were dating,” Hersh whispered.
Outside—
a distorted voice suddenly echoed through a loudspeaker in the storm.
“Commander Callahan.”
Every Shadow Division operator snapped toward the barn walls instantly.
The voice continued calmly.
“You have something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Rook’s expression turned murderous.
The Hollow Men had finally stopped hiding.
And whoever led them?
Knew exactly who was inside the barn.
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FELICITY
The voice outside stayed calm.
Too calm.
“Commander Callahan,” the man repeated through the loudspeaker. “This situation does not need to become unpleasant.”
Trigger snorted from the loft.
“A little late for that.”
Rook ignored him completely.
