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    My legs moved before my fucking brain could even fully process what he said.

    Even though I had lostprehension and sanity, those words registered.

    They had found her.

    They fucking did!

    I didn’t know what to feel. I was happy, sad, scared, worried, angry… fuck. I felt a multitude of emotions all at once, and my hands began to tremble.

    What was I supposed to say when I saw her?

    Would she even want to look at me? Let me touch her?

    Hell, would she scream? Cry? Run?

    She had every right to. This was all on me.

    If I’d just protected her better… If I hadn’t been so fucking careless… I shouldn’t have…

    “Fuck!” I mmed my hand against the steering wheel as I pressed harder on the gas pedal, flooring the

    elerator.

    “Slow the fuck down,” my wolf growled inside my head. “You want to die before we even see her?”

    She was mad at me, and I fucking let her stay mad. If I had made more effort to talk to her, maybe she

    wouldn’t have had the need to leave the house that night.

    I don’t know how I got there so fast. But the moment I pulled up to the edge of the field, I mmed the brakes, killing the engine in a screech of tires.

    I was out before the car fully stopped.

    Everyone was waiting.

    Perfect.

    I closed the distance between us and headed straight for one of the two ck Hawks U–60 waiting for takeoff in therge field.

    Everyone looked at me like I had a demon on a leash with me. But trust me, I didn’t pay any attention to them.

    The chopper rocked slightly as we ascended.

    “How far are they?” I asked Saint, who was strapping himself in beside me.

    “Less than two hours out,” he muttered.

    “Talk to me,” I said, not taking my eyes off the fast–approaching sky. “Where the fuck is he?i” /i

    Saint pulled up a satellite map on his tablet and angled it toward mei. /i

    “He will dock just outside Port Angeles. There’s a crumbling old factory house not too far from the shoreline, less than half a mile ind. Used to be a resident for the textile workers. That’s where they’re taking her.”

    I frowned. “Why move her ind?”

    “Because they’re prepping for an exchange. The buyers don’t want a scene. Too many eyes on the harbor these days. The house is remote, and it’s close enough to the Canadian border through upstate New York for them to drive her out after the deal’s sealed. Once they cross, it’s straight to Montreal and from there, a flight out to Asia. We have to be there before they arrive.”

    Something felt off.

    Why did I feel this doubt as if things were finally moving too smoothly? Why did I feel like something bad was about to happen? You know… Like that calm before a massacre…

    Fuck. No.

    There was no way in hell I’d let anything bad happen to Kasmine or our baby.

    My fingers kept twitching. I yanked at a few strands of hair and scrubbed my palms down my face a few times than I can count, until finally, we descended. I could’ve sworn we were flying forever.

    We jumped down and immediately, everyone took position.

    “Stay with Brie. I’ll give my signal when it’s time to go in.” Saint said, lighting a cigarette and walking

    away.

    What? Did he take me to be a fucking weakling or a goddamn toddler needing a babysitter? Why hand me over to the little geniusdy like I was some kind of liability?

    Non had no problem staying with his genius girl for this op, but me? There was no way in hell I’d do

    that.

    “I’ming with you,” I snapped, already walking behind him.

    He stopped. So did his Beta.

    Same fucking mannerisms. Like two Al–programmed stunt doubles.

    “You’re not,” Saint dragged his words, and it fucking grated on nerves I thought I’d lost, “This is bmy /bop. You follow my lead, or you deal with the fallout when shit hits the fan.”

    He didn’t even wait for a response. He just took a slow drag from his cigarette and kept walking,

    Was that a threat?

    I scoffed under my breath.

    “Just listen to him, Kes,” Non said, tapping my shoulder softly. “Let them handle it their way.”

    “For the sake of his fucking ego,” I muttered, “I hope this goes off without a hitch.”

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