INICIAR SESIÓNRAINEThe jet smelled of leather and oranges.They'd sat me in a cream-colored chair facing the cabin door, and for twenty minutes nobody said a word. A guard with a shaved head stood in the aisle. The engines hummed. Through the little oval window the world was a flat brown quilt, then blue water, then brown again, and I understood we'd crossed a border the way you understand a bad dream: all at once, with no feeling attached."You may remove those," Lucía said.The guard unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists. Lucía sat across from me with her legs crossed, peeling another orange in one long white spiral."I'm not a barbarian, Miss Mercer.""Your aunt burned in a house.""Isabela chose to burn. I merely failed to talk her out of it." She offered me a slice. I didn't take it. "Do you know what I want from you?""Revenge.""Please. I'm thirty-six. Revenge is for twenty-year-olds and widows." She ate the slice. "I want a partner."I laughed. It came out ragged. "You've got a strange wa
RAINEWe caught the convoy at the airstrip.It had taken forty minutes. Ghost had driven like a man possessed, Cole in the passenger seat with a tablet on his knee, the little green dot of Isla's tracker pulsing across the map. Ronn's Revenants had come behind in two trucks, and the Serpents on bikes, and every engine on the road screaming. We cut across the flats, through the same dust I'd ridden through three weeks ago on a bike with a train howling at my back.The airstrip was a long strip of cracked asphalt in the middle of nothing, with a rusted hangar at one end and a single black jet waiting on the tarmac, its engines already whining. A dozen SUVs ringed the plane in a tight circle. Men in black jackets stood around them with rifles. At the center of the ring, in the shadow of the open cargo door, stood three figures.Charles Hale, in his charcoal suit. Isla, in her blanket, one hand pressed flat to her stomach.And a woman in a white silk suit, black hair pulled back, peeling
COLE"Don't," Raine said."I'm not going to.""You're about to.""I'm about to stand here and look at this man's face." I put my hand on her arm. "Let me read the order."We walked down off the roof together, through a yard gone silent, past two hundred armed men holding their breath. Ronn flanked us on one side, Ghost on the other. At the gate, Tomas and Pike had unchained the heavy bars, and the whole thing hung open an inch like a mouth about to speak.Hale waited on the other side with his folder under one arm.He looked tired. He looked exactly like himself. The silver at his temples, the thin strong hands, the faint stoop of a man who'd carried a country on his back for thirty years. He looked at me, and his eyes were warm."Cole. It's good to see you on your feet.""Charles.""I know how this looks.""Do you?""I do." He held out the folder. "Please. Read it."I took it. My fingers didn't shake. That was the trick of it. A man who'd lived in the dark for six years doesn't shake
RAINEAt three in the morning, we sat around the war room table and said the thing nobody wanted to say.There were seven of us. Me, Cole, Ghost, Ronn. Isla, pale as milk, with a blanket around her shoulders. Tillman, who'd arrived thirty minutes before in a taxi from the hospital, hobbling, haggard, in a wrinkled shirt with a button missing. And on the table in front of us, a legal pad, with four lines in Ghost's neat, blocky capitals.1. WHO KNEW ISLA WAS PREGNANT.2. WHO PUT TILLMAN AT THE COMPOUND.3. WHO MOVED THE PRYCE TRANSFER.4. WHO KNEW PRYCE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL."One," Ghost said. "Isla.""Me." Isla's voice was thin. "And Doc, I think. He guessed. And Renner, who drove me. And whoever Renner told.""Renner told Washington." Tillman wouldn't look at the paper. "Okafor said every report went to the Director's office.""Two.""Hale." Tillman rubbed his face. "He called me himself. Said the compound was the safest place in the state. Said he'd picked it for me.""Three.""Someo
COLEI'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
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
RAINEI was elbow-deep in someone else’s bike when my dad decided to ruin my afternoon.Of course, he didn’t knock. He never does. He barged into the garage in his bike gear and stared me down until I finally released an exasperated sigh.I wiped my hands on a rag, refusing to look up. “You’re stan







