"How far behind us is he," Damien said.Valour was already on his phone. "The car left twenty minutes before we did. If he's returning directly, we have fifteen minutes at the property before he arrives. Possibly less.""He drives fast," Damien said.I sat in the passenger seat and watched the coastal road unwind in the headlights and thought about fifteen minutes.Fifteen minutes to get in, find Lyra, get out.Lyra who had been surviving in a stone building for weeks. Who had called me from the next room with Pax twenty feet away. Who had packed a bag and been ready for four days.She would be ready. That was what I held onto during the forty-three minutes of dark road. Not the plan. Not the timeline. Just the specific certainty that my sister, whatever else she was and whatever she had done, was not someone who waited without preparing.The property appeared at the end of a narrow coastal road — a converted farmhouse, old stone, set back from the cliff edge. Lights in two windows. O
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