Page 311 of Scars of Fate

“You always make it sound simple.”

“It’s never simple.”

“Then why do you say it that way?”

“Because I need to believe it.”

Wynn’s gaze lifted.

The old me would have said she needed to believe.

I would have pretended certainty for both of us.

Not now.

“You’re afraid,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Of the weapon?”

“Of losing you.”

Her eyes softened.

“I’m sitting beside you.”

“For now.”

She reached for my hand.

I held on.

The jet accelerated along the runway.

Outside the window, Boone and Russ’s transport lifted into the sky in the opposite direction.

Two aircraft.

Two missions.

One team divided by hundreds of miles.

Hawk’s voice came through our headsets.

“Secure channel established.”

Boone answered from the transport.

“Try not to have all the fun without us.”

Adam almost smiled.

“Try not to fall down any stairs.”

“My ankle is fine.”

Russ interrupted.