We assembled everyone who could move within twenty minutes: Edward, still tight-lipped from our earlier confrontation but present nonetheless, Morrison and four federal agents, eight remaining warriors from the original fifteen. Twelve of us total, driving through the dark toward a farmhouse that might hold my daughter, or might hold nothing at all."You're limping," Edward observed from the passenger seat, glancing at the way I held my injured wrist against my chest."It'll hold," I said."That's not what I asked.""I know what you asked," I said. "I don't have time to answer it properly right now."He was quiet for a moment, watching the dark fields pass outside the window. "Earlier," he said finally, "when you looked at that list. When you saw my name on it.""Edward,""Let me finish." His voice was steady, but I could hear the effort it took to keep it that way. "I understand why you looked at me the way you did. I understand the pattern. Petra, Margaret's stolen medication, me fa
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