Blood and Bones
He knows what we did.
Declan crouched in front of me, forcing my eyes to his, his own carefully blank mask nowhere in sight now. Whatever ceasefire he’d tried to declare an hour ago had burned away completely.
“Then we stop being three steps behind,” he said, low and lethal. “Where’s your father, Marco?”
Marco’s eyes were fluttering shut, consciousness slipping. “Taken,” he managed. “Twenty minutes ago. Black car, no plates. They said—” His breath rattled. “They said tell her the Ghost sends his regards.”
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