Raine
"Move an inch, and I'll be sure to paint the walls with his brain."
Leo's voice was ice over rocks. The gun never wavered from Cassian's skull.
I came to a halt midway, hands raising slightly to the air. Each breath I pulled was borrowed.
Cassian's eyes locked onto mine, glassy but serious. His lip was part open, his cheek battered and swollen, but even bound to that chair, he still had the nerves to look like he'd consume Leo alive whole if he were unleashed.
"Let him go," I said to him, my voice rough and sharp. "You want me, then take me."
Leo chuckled. "I already had you, Raine. Don't you recall?"
Cassian bucked against his restraints, metal screaming beneath the pressure of his rage.
Leo moved towards me, gun still raised to my forehead. "Fun, isn't it? You thought this was for revenge, thought it was personal, but sorry to surprise you, it wasn't."
I spit at him. "So what in the worl
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,
Raine"Move an inch, and I'll be sure to paint the walls with his brain."Leo's voice was ice over rocks. The gun never wavered from Cassian's skull.I came to a halt midway, hands raising slightly to the air. Each breath I pulled was borrowed.Cassian's eyes locked onto mine, glassy but serious. His lip was part open, his cheek battered and swollen, but even bound to that chair, he still had the nerves to look like he'd consume Leo alive whole if he were unleashed."Let him go," I said to him, my voice rough and sharp. "You want me, then take me."Leo chuckled. "I already had you, Raine. Don't you recall?"Cassian bucked against his restraints, metal screaming beneath the pressure of his rage.Leo moved towards me, gun still raised to my forehead. "Fun, isn't it? You thought this was for revenge, thought it was personal, but sorry to surprise you, it wasn't."I spit at him. "So what in the worl
Raine"I was hoping it would be you."Leo's voice glided through the shadows, smooth as silk, and cold as steel.Cassian's wrists were tied to the chair, his chest pumping in ragged, shallow gasps. Blood streamed down his temple. His left eye was well-nigh swollen closed.Still, he looked at me as if I were the only anchor holding him to life."Touch a strand of her hair and I'll rip your fucking throat out," he snarled.Leo grinned, holding the gun on Cassian's knee. "Isn't he adorable? Even after everything, still playing knight in shining armor.""Let him go," I said to Leo, advancing. "This isn't you against him.""Oh, baby, but it is," Leo said. "He stole what was mine. He always does. Power, control, the company, even you."I could see it now—his eyes weren't deranged; they were rotten with obsession. Not on me, but on Cassian. Always the replacement. Always the second choice. And no