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Hell hath no fury like a dove whose brother’s safety is threatened.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Anger.
I should feel angry. I should feel furious.
I need to hunt, maim, and destroy.
“Fuck off, Desmond! Let me do my job!” More heated words, so much yelling.
A pinprick. “Ow.” I feel my head swivel as I look at the strange sensation in my arm. “That hurts,” I whisper.
Then I feel the rush. It tastes like tart cherries on my tongue, bitter, addicting, and alive. I gasp as it surges through my bloodstream, and my body wakes up.
“There we are,” Dom says. That is Dom’s voice. Blinking, I see him come into view in front of me. His eyes, the same shade as Desmond’s, swim before me. His face appears pinched, as though he’s been sucking on a lime. “The epinephrine is working.”
“Move,” Desmond demands.
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog that clings to my mind. The epinephrine is urging me to move, to act.
“Stay with us, Charlotte,” Dom says, his voice coaxing but urgent.
Stay with them. Hunt with them.
ButMilo.
I look at the syringe in Dom’s hand, realizing what just happened. They saved me, and now they are ready for action.
There’s a tracker in his shoe.
The words echo in my mind, cutting through the haze. I steel myself, channeling the surge of energy from the epinephrine. It’s time to find Milo. It’s time to unravel the secrets and take down those who threaten us.
“I’m with you,” I say, my voice clear and resolute. My anger is now focused and channeled into a purpose.
“Good.” Desmond nods, determination etched into his features.
There’s a tracker in his shoe.
We’re hunters, and tonight, the prey won’t see us coming.
“Not yet,” Dom says, his expression furrowing with concern. I blink repeatedly, attempting to focus on the man before me. He flashes a light in my face and places a cold stethoscope on my chest. “She’s coming back.”
“Good, we need to move,” Lyric states firmly, urgency dripping from each syllable. “Time is of the essence.”
“It’s been exactly one hour,” Matty adds, chiming in as I remain focused on Dom, who continues to examine me. “The FBI is shutting down all private airports, but they won’t touch commercial, and it’s going to take time.”
Time we don’t have.I’ve wasted enough time.
“I’ll drive,” Lyric states confidently. “Matty, what’s the status on the tracker?”
“It keeps blinking in and out. You were right, Desmond, they are trying to scramble it, but your workaround is, well…working.”
“Charlotte, I need you to focus on me. Can you do that for me, honey?” Dom speaks softly, his lips barely moving. I furrow my brow slightly, attempting to process his words. “Good. We need to move. Can you stand?”
I swallow, taking in my surroundings. “We don’t have time for my shock,” I whisper, pushing myself up from the ground, where I had fallen in Desmond’s arms. My legs are shaking as I take a step toward my men. All three pause their conversation and turn to me.
“There’s my girl,” Lyric says, gripping my waist while Desmond exhales slowly. The support of my men gives me strength, fueling my determination to find Milo and dismantle those who wronged us.
Matty presses a kiss to my temple. “Let’s go.”
