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Until it hit me.
I winced, scowled, and looked away.
“He’s supposed to find our goddamn sister. Not boys we don’t know.”
“Hunter is right about you…you’re a goddamn moron.”
I flinched and swung my gaze back. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“Look.” He stopped typing and turned to me. “These…Sons are programmed killers. Ones more brutal and dangerous than anything we’ve ever seen. Now they’re suddenly missing just when Hale stages his death. Why do you think that is? And more importantly…where do you think they are?”
My chest tightened as fear plunged deep. “He has them. He has them all.”
“Bingo, Einstein.” He turned back to the chatter and started typing, asking more questions, pretending to be just like them.
Like we had.
That sickening, festering feeling grew inside me. This whole thing was even viler than I knew…and I knew plenty. Hours passed by as I watched the screen. Chat after chat, names and information of all those killers on the loose.
Someone was behind it all.
If not Hale, then who?
The merc beside me yawned and stretched, then slowly rose. “It’s six a.m. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
Six a.m?
I glanced at the time on the screen, sure enough…six oh two. But as I rose, something tugged me. A knowing of some kind. This was all connected…our sister, Hale, and the Sons. I reached down, grabbed a pen, and scribbled my number on a scrap of paper next to his desk.
“This is my cell. Will you keep me informed if you find anything?”
“If Hunter wants me to, sure.”
“Riven,” I answered. “My name’s Riven.”
“Riven,” he repeated slowly, his brows pinching as though he wasn’t expecting any of this.
Turns out, neither was I.
I gave a nod and left him behind, slowly making my way out of the comms room and back through the building. Hunter’s men looked up at me as they sat, watching the group of Daughters huddled asleep on the floor in the corner.
I looked at them.
Their eyes closed.
Faces serene.
Jesus, this fucking thing was a goddamn mess.
I looked away to find Thomas as he stepped out of the kitchen, his eyes red and bloodshot and fixed on me. My throat thickened with all the things I wanted to say. Sorry, just wasn’t enough. I knew that. Still, I had no way to start. Maybe one day I would.
I glanced at the brightening sky.
Just not today.
EIGHT
Riven
