Chapter Twenty

“THE GATHERING STORM”

Eagan's POV

More on the strange face in the safehouse bathroom mirror. Dark circles. Dried blood in the stubble. Three days since we extracted those kids from the Phoenicia’s hold, and I’m still smelling smoke.

A knock at the door. Liam’s voice, taut with pain: “She’s talkin...

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