Raine
“Cassian—stay awake!”
His blood stains my shirt. His pulse—thready beneath my fingers barely registers.
The corridor behind us flickers with emergency lights as the medic troops in, their voices clipped, sharp, and commanding. I don’t remember calling them. I don’t even remember letting go of him. All I know is he’s slipping away—and I’m screaming louder than my body can handle.
“Ma’am, we need space!”
No.
No space.
No room to come between me and the only man I've ever trusted to see the darkest corners of my soul.
"Don't touch him… don't—"
Malik keeps me back in time as one of the paramedics unbuttons Cassian's shirt. Blood everywhere. More than there was in the tunnel. Too much.
"Raine!" Pandora grabs my shoulders. "Let them do their job!"
Cassian's eyes flicker. They fall on mine. A gasp,
Raine"You're shaking."I can barely hear Cassian’s voice beneath the engine’s growl, but I still hear it. Felt it. My hands were visibly shaking on the wheel, speeding us down canyon road in darkness, headlight beams piercing through like cries from the depths of despair."I'm not shaking," I breathed, though I was.He coughed beside me, blood in his throat again. "You always lie to yourself when you're scared."I didn't answer. I couldn't. Because if my lips part ways, I will cry.Roman Creed was dead. Again. This time for real. I'd seen the bullet strike him. I saw the light drain from his eyes. The silence that followed had been more deafening than any explosion.We'd just made it out. Malik bleeding. Cassian half-alive. And I? I was driving like mad, without a clue where we were going."We have to stop," Cassian snarled."No," I said. "Not until we're off their radar. You know Sierra. She'll call in drones, dogs, whatever the hell she has left.""I meant you need to stop," he sai
RaineI have no idea how I stood. I have no idea what I said.I only recall the cold. The sort that seeps into bones when the world you have known shatters beneath your feet."They have my child."The words fall from my lips like a spell. Like thunder.Cassian draws his arm around me, but his warmth seems a million miles away."Are you sure?" I ask Malik fidgeting.He doesn't even blink. "She's alive, Raine. The child survived the extraction. The files we collected are time-stamped. There is biometric data, and it's a match for your DNA."Cassian is gripping the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles go white. "Why didn't anyone inform us early?Roman's features are carved out of stone. "Because I didn't know. Not until Sierra messed up two nights ago. She was communicating with Ophelia on an old encryption grid that I buried five years ago."I step back. "You buried this and forgot?""I buried her, Raine. Ophelia was supposed to be long dead."I shake my head. My hands are shaki
RaineI didn't hear the sound of a gunshot.But I felt it—lightning snapping through my skeleton.Sierra jumped back, her mouth falling open in horror. A single bloom of red burst open on her chest, spreading through the cream silk of her blouse like spilled wine.She staggered. Not back. Not yet."Roman," she rasped, as if trying to make sense of the apparition in front of her.He raised the gun again. "You should've stayed dead."I didn't wait for the next bullet. I grabbed Cassian and pulled him back from the center of the bloodbath. My heart was racing fast. Every sense screamed to run, but I couldn't—not without answers. Not without seeing this bitch break.Sierra's knees dropped to the floor."Wait," she gasped, blood trickling past her lips. "Wait—he's not who you think—"Roman shot again.This time, the bullet hit her in the throat.Silence.One last, gurgling gasp.Then her body collapsed. Twisted. Dead.Cassian shivered against me. His pulse pounded under my palm."Are you o
RaineRoman Creed didn't hesitate.The gun in his hand cracks.Sierra's body convulses once—twice—before she recedes from him, blood blooming across her belly like a monstrous flower.For a moment, time freezes.Then she smiles.Smiles."You're going to have to do better than that, Roman," she gasps, words bubbling through her blood. "I've died before."Roman fires again.She's fast—too fast. She spins, and the bullet grazes off her shoulder as she shoves herself behind an overturned table—the flash drive in her hand slides across the floor."Malik!" I scream.He's already on the move. He slides for the drive, palms the floor like a damn action hero, fingers closing around it just as another shot is fired. A vase explodes next to him."She's heading for the back!" Pandora screams, yanking me into cover.Cassian curses behind me, attempting to sit up. Blood's still drying under his collar, but he's more alive than he was yesterday."Stay down!" I whisper."Not a chance," he growls.Sie
Raine"What the hell are you hiding, Julian?"I closed the door to the safe house's exit and locked it behind me. My hands are shaking as I pull out the flash drive from my bra—the one Julian handed me before he died. The one labeled Greyborn in trembling, almost desperate handwriting.Outside, Malik and Pandora are debating over security protocols. Cassian's still on the operating table, fighting for his life. But in here—it's just me, the laptop, and the truth.I slide the drive into the port.The screen flickers.For a moment, nothing.Then—ENTER AUTHENTICATION CODE.After that:"There's blood on this key. Enter wisely."I exhale abruptly. Julian never said anything about the code, but I recall something—his final words echoing in my head: "Emilia died for the truth."Emilia.
Raine"That's not the real flash drive, Raine."Sierra's words echo in my head like a death knell.The second hangs suspended in time as her words sink beneath my skin, twisting like a blade."What the hell did you just say?" I whisper.Sierra steps out of the smoke like a devil in heels—gun in one hand, the real flash drive dangling in the other like bait. Her smile is razor-sharp, her eyes alight with brutal satisfaction.“You heard me.” She taps the drive against her palm. “You’ve been playing checkers all along. I’m playing chess.”Taking a step closer, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear myself speak. "How long have you had it for?""Long enough to wipe out whatever you believed you had on Larsson. And to include a few things he'd murder to keep hidden."I glance at Cassian, where blood still clings to his temple. His jaw tightens,