INICIAR SESIÓNCOLEI'd known him four days. That was the thing I kept thinking as I walked across that yard with my pistol hanging along my thigh and my pulse like a hammer in my ears. Four days. He'd shaken my hand. He'd asked about my arm. He'd told me, laughing, that I looked like I needed a vacation."Renner," I said. "Hands.""Special Agent Maddox." He smiled. His fingers were three inches from the grip. "Is there a problem?""Show me your phone.""I'm not sure I'm authorized to do that.""Show me your phone, or show me your hands."He looked at me. At the yard behind me, at Ghost, Pike, Raine in the doorway with her rifle. At the pale oblong of light from the kitchen. I saw the whole thing go across his face like weather: surprise, calculation, regret."I'm sorry about this, Cole," he said.He drew.I'd been a soldier a long time. You don't think. Your body does it for you, a half-second ahead of the rest of you, the way a hand pulls from a flame. I fired twice. The first round took Renner in
RAINELockdown took six minutes. I'd have liked it to take three.The gates were chained. Riders stood shoulder to shoulder on the walls with rifles. Every light in the compound was burning and every window faced out. I'd put Pike and Tomas on the south wall and Ronn's Revenants on the north, and I'd sent Eli and Isla to the war room with two guards and a bowl of soup neither of them touched.Hale was on speaker, tinny and tired, half an hour from asleep."Describe the photograph again.""My sister, asleep in her room. Taken from the foot of her bed. Today.""And the shoes?""Yellow. Knitted. About this long." I held my thumb and finger apart, though he couldn't see. "With a card.""Read me the card."I read it. A long silence on the line."I'm sending a team," Hale said."No.""Miss Mercer—""Nobody comes through my gate tonight, Director. Not marshals, not agents, not God." I hadn't known I'd say it until it came out. Something cold had crawled up my spine and settled there. "Somebo
RAINEWe sat on the edge of her bed in the dark.Cole had taken the whole compound's worth of Reapers, marshals, and wounded out into the yard, and Doc was stitching someone up in the infirmary, and the war room was empty. Isla's room was the smallest in the house, a narrow cell off the kitchen with a single window, a quilt her mother had made, and a stack of cookbooks beside the pillow. I sat with my knees touching hers. She had her hands pressed to her stomach."I was going to tell you," she said."I know.""The day after the funeral. I took a test in the infirmary bathroom. Doc didn't know. Nobody knew." Her voice cracked. "I've been eleven weeks and I've been sick every morning and I couldn't, Raine, I couldn't, you had Dad and the Circle and Cole and... and Sean was dead, and I was so afraid if I said it out loud it would stop being true.""Isla.""It's his. It's Sean's. It's the only..." She was crying now, without sound, shoulders shaking. "It's the only piece of him I've got l
RAINEI had the crosshairs on his heart.From the infirmary roof, flat on my belly in the afternoon sun with a borrowed rifle against my cheek, I watched Gordon Pryce hold out a pistol to the man I loved. Ghost lay beside me, so still he could have been a shadow. Below us, on the porch, Tillman lay playing dead with a blood pack warming against his ribs. Hale's marshals crouched inside the vans along the south wall, waiting for a signal. The Revenants had the north. Isla was in the war room with her hand on the radio and Eli beside her.It was supposed to be simple."He knows," Ghost murmured. "Pryce knows.""I see it.""If Cole doesn't fire, they'll know too.""I see that.""If he does—""Ghost." I didn't breathe. "Shut up."Through the scope Cole's face looked like carved stone. I knew every plane of it. I knew the exact muscle in his jaw that moved when he was frightened, and it wasn't moving. He looked at the pistol. He looked at Pryce. He looked, for a single tiny second, directl
COLE"You'll want to lead from the front," Mace said.It was Sunday at eleven-forty, and the road to the Serpent compound looked like any other country road at noon, flat and gold and empty. Six Reapers rode behind me in a tight wedge. Mace sat in the pickup beside Deke, and behind them, at a polite distance, rolled a black SUV with tinted windows. Lucía's. I hadn't seen who sat inside. I didn't need to.By Sunday noon, I'd like him dead.Every minute of the last three days had been a rehearsal. Raine and I had walked the whole thing in whispers through the back of the shed. Tillman would stand on the infirmary's front porch in a hospital gown, leaning on a crutch, like a man too stubborn to stay in bed. I'd shoot him from sixty yards with a rifle loaded with a blank. A blood pack under his shirt, a small charge for the squib. He'd drop. The Reapers would whoop. We'd ride out with their proof, and Ghost would put a tracker on the black SUV the moment it left.It was a good plan. Every
RAINEI'd spent three weeks being brave. It turned out to be exhausting.I ran two clubs and half a Conclave on four hours of sleep. I rebuilt a wall. I buried Jonah Ames's mother, a small gray woman who'd stood at the grave with her hands knotted, saying thank you, thank you, as though I'd given her something. I ate Isla's cooking and tasted none of it. Isla herself looked worse each day, pale and green around the mouth, jumping up from the table twice a week to throw up in the sink. I put it down to grief. I should have known better.And every night, I lay on my cot in the bunkroom with my fist around a pair of empty dog tags that weren't there anymore, and said one word to the ceiling.Persimmon.On Thursday, at midnight, a black motorcycle rolled into my garage.Ghost had spent two hours sweeping it first. He'd found a GPS tracker the size of a coin stuck under the seat, grunted, and left it exactly where it was. "Let them watch it sit in your garage all night," he said. "It's a b
Raine's POVThe morning after the Conclave, I tried to get some work done in the garage. Tried being the key word. I had a transmission sitting on the bench that needed rebuilding, but every time I picked up a tool, my brain wandered off somewhere else. I couldn't even sleep last night. The sound
Cole My brain stalled, then kicked back to life in one violent jolt.What the hell did he just say?What the actual, flaming, unbelievable hell did Ambrose just say?!But Ambrose just went on, his voice too cheerful for what he was describing. “They pay a fortune for it and they always come back f
Cole POV I yanked the Jackal through the doorway and stepped into the Revenant’s Lair. The place wasn’t dark, but the lights were low enough to cover everything in shades of red and blue. Music hummed from the speakers, the bass vibrating under the floor. Smoke drifted in lazy clouds across the r
COLEI rode out of that garage and down the road, feeling every muscle in my body tense with anger. Vex Mercer was a complete asshole, everyone knew that. I myself had known that in theory, but actually meeting the man… that was a whole other level of irritating. The way he’d towered over me, all







