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,
RaineThe red heartbeat of the tracker shines like a pulsing organ on the table between us.Three seconds away.Steady.Unblinking.It's the only sound in the safe house aside from the rain hitting the roof—slow, soft, almost teasing.Cassian didn't look away from it. "You left it on purpose.""I didn't leave it," I snap. "I planted it."He finally looks at me, with gritted jaw. "So you're admitting you're trying to get them to us?""No," I replied, leaning in, my voice low. "I'm getting someone. And they're not Sierra."Pandora, lounging in the back of the room with her arms crossed, lets out a quiet laugh. "Great. We've already got one psycho stalking us, and now you've invited another one with engraved invitations?""Not another one," Malik snarls, his eyes sliding over the rain-slashed window. "Worse."Cassian's eyes narrow at me. "How much worse?"I look at him. "The kind of worse you don't see till your throat's already sliced."The words hang between us like smoke.Cassian lean
RaineThe tracker's hum drives me crazy—No beep. No tone.A low, pulsing vibration through my earpiece, as if it's alive.We ride in the SUV, night smeared across the glass like ink on wet paper. Cassian rides beside me, hand resting over the console, fingers quivering—not with nervousness, but with restraint."Still moving?" Malik asks the driver, eyes fixed on the road.Pandora looks at her laptop. "North-east. Quick. Whoever has it isn't attempting to stay hidden.""That's Sierra," Malik says, his jaw clenched. "She needs us to follow. Classic trap.""No," Cassian whispers. "Sierra's traps end with a bullet in the head. This..." His eyes flick to the laptop, then back to me. "This is different."I lean forward. "Different how?"His gaze doesn't waver from me. "Because Sierra doesn't like to share her prey."The words cut under my skin like ice.We follow it for forty minutes. No stop. No detours. Just a steady, perfect line north-east. Every few minutes, Pandora enters something
RaineThe road is a black ribbon under Malik's tires; every mile is a countdown we can’t afford to waste.The red light on his dash GPS indicates the location of the container, with the small, flashing dot creeping incrementally closer to the Ravenshore docks.Cassian advanced from the back seat. "How old is that ping?""Thirty minutes," Malik says without taking his eyes off the road. "And it's moving. Could be a truck heading straight into a ship."I glance back at him. "Which means if we miss it, we lose him to international waters."Cassian's face tightens. "And Sierra gets her way.""She's not going to get away with this," I said.He glances at me in the rearview mirror, and I can see it — that mix of hope and disbelief he saves just for me. "You keep saying that. You better mean it.""I do." I face away from the windshield. "Because this is no longer just her game. It's mine."The smell of salt from the sea meets us before we can even see the water. The air is cold here, cutting
RaineThe red tail-lights fade into the night, and with them, my final weak hope of rescuing him.I touch the pavement before I realize I've moved a step. The cold seeps into my jeans, but I don't feel it. My ears are ringing from the sniper rounds, my chest is tightening, and my brain is stuck somewhere between shock and rage.Cassian is holding my shoulders, he’s shaking me just hard enough to jerk me back to reality."Raine! Look at me."I do. And I regret it, because I see it in his eyes — the same expression he had the day Julian died on church steps. The expression that says we just lost."He's gone," Cassian whispers, as if the words will hurt less if he makes them softer."No," I gasp. "He's not gone. He's—" My voice cracks. "Cassian, that boy—""—is a bait," he cuts me off, his jaw tight. "And you swallowed it. Right where she wanted you."I shove him away, indignation burning under my skin. "I didn't swallow anything! I was trying to save him!""You almost died!""Better me
RaineThe hum of the SUV's engine is the only thing keeping me from screaming. My nails burrow deep into the seat's leather as the city whizzes by outside the windows, neon lights blurring into streaks of color.Cassian turns to me, elbows on knees, staring at the floor as though if he just lifts his head, the whole night will disintegrate. Malik's driving, jaw set, glancing into mirrors every three seconds."Speak to me," I said finally, my voice slicing as glass.Cassian doesn't lift his head. "What about?""About how we shut her down. No more half-truths, no more damage control—how do we finish Sierra?He looks up then, and the darkness in his eyes makes my breath cease. "Killing her is not the problem at all," he said quietly. "It's what she's willing to bury to get through to us.""She's already burned everything," I fired back. "The safe house, the board, my life. Julian. What else is there left to be burnt?"His lips twist, a half-hearted attempt at smiling, but there's no humo
RaineThe first thing that I know is the heavyweight.Not pain, not even breathe. Just... weight. Pressing me hard into the earth, forcing itself into my chest so that I'm not sure if my eyes are open or not.Something warm trickles over my lips. Metallic. Thick. Blood.Sound creeps back in—hollow thuds, distant screams, and that piercing sound that makes the world spin on its side.I try to fight, but my arms won't move. My right leg is trapped under something hard."Raine!"The cry cuts through the chaos like a firework exploding in darkness.Cassian.My heart flutters in waves.I moved my head towards him, wincing through the thick smoke. His silhouette appears—limping, staggering—his face smeared with grime, blood drying along his jaw. His shirt is ripped open at the shoulder, crimson staining his clothes.He's alive. Barely."Stay still," he coughs, stumbling to me. He sticks his shoulder under the slab, pinning my leg down, and heaves. His ribs groan in his shirt; his teeth grin