Behind The Mask
“Got some messy details already. Two of the people on your list are dead, and both deaths trace back to the Order, I'm certain.”
I sat up straight. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“Good job, Raina. Really,” I said quietly.
I could almost hear her smile through the phone. “Go to bed, Zara. You’ll need your strength tomorrow.”
“Goodnight,” I said, hanging up, though my mind had no intention of resting.
Tomorrow wasn’t just another day. It was the beginning of the end.