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I took aim as the first asshole stepped out, leaving just enough time for his buddy to follow and give me a clear line of sight for both of them before I fired.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Both hit the ground as I stepped out, taking aim and searching for movement. But there was none…

I glanced over my shoulder at Vivienne, then toward the building. This is too easy…I shoved the whisper aside and hurried back to her, leading the way further along to the set of automatic doors we had an access card for.

In and out, remember? It was supposed to be that easy. It was supposed to be that silent. Still, that unseen fist around my gut clenched tight. Something felt wrong.

I pressed the access card against the sensor and waited for the light to turn green before pushing through and held it open. Vivienne was inside, frantically searching the dark as I secured the door.

“You point and I’ll clear the way,” I murmured, stepping around her.

She jerked her head back to me, then slowly lifted her hand. “I think this way.”

I gave a nod. Not that she’d see. But she followed as I moved through the room, stopping at the door long enough to ease it open and step out into the hall.

Instinct rose to the surface, taking me back to the default setting of a killer. It was where I felt most at home. I eased my rifle across my body and grabbed my knife. Vivienne pointed, and I advanced, rolling my steps as we moved.

The Daughters’ rooms were east of here, that I knew. The place was almost like a hexagon, each wing branching off. Memories slammed into me. Unwelcome memories of crowded rooms filled with children’s screams and the cruel guards whose brutal blows broke us.

Sons.

Daughters.

One bred to kill.

The other bred to be fucked.

But both would break, it was inevitable. Unless they had someone like London. I clenched my grip tighter as Vivienne pointed through the doors, then jerked her thumb right.

I gave a nod, moved to the side, and pressed the card against the sensor. Red flared, turning green before the lock gave a click. I pushed through, holding it open, then eased it closed.

“Status?” Harper murmured.

I reached up and pressed a button on my headset. One that told him we were still alive.

“Copy,” he said before falling silent.

I sucked in a hard breath as Vivienne stopped walking. I jerked my gaze to her. Her wide, unflinching eyes were fixed straight ahead. She was shaking…I could see it clearly. I moved closer, brushed my finger along her jaw, then turned her gaze to mine.

She could barely make out my face, but she gave a nod. She was okay…for now.

I pushed on, moving further ahead, and turned right. Still there were no guards. Not patrolling the hallways, not anywhere I could tell. The icy breath of fate breathed down my neck, making me do something I didn’t really want to. I pressed the comm button on my headset and spoke carefully. “Status?”

Harper’s response was instant. “No more patrols, you’re all good.”

I scowled, then glanced behind us to the glass windows in the double doors we’d just passed through. You’re all good…but were we? That nagging feeling wouldn’t leave me alone. The place was silent. Too fucking silent.

It felt…empty.

“Carven?” Vivienne whispered, drawing my focus.

“Stay behind me,” I whispered, moving in front of her.

If we were to come under attack, I’d make sure I took the first hit. I reached out and gave her the access card. “You hear shots, you run. Got me?”

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