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“Me. Falcon. Rook. You. Alaric.”
Rafe stared at him. “That’s four.”
Knox didn’t answer.
My blood went cold. “Who else?”
“Who else?”
His gaze held mine. “You.”
Silence.
I almost laughed.
Didn’t.
“That’s still four.”
Knox swallowed. Then I understood what he meant.
Jesus.
He wasn’t counting badly.
He was telling me something.
“Who authorised the second site?”
“You did.”
“Who chose it?”
“You did.”
“Who sent you there?”
“You.”
Every word landed harder.
Rafe looked between us. “What the fuck are you saying?”
Knox’s voice dropped. “Nobody else knew where we were going until we got there.”
Silence swallowed the night.
I looked at the photograph again.
Falcon.
Cases.
Concrete.
A location I’d chosen after Bethany disappeared.
After the break-in.
