Chapter 40

Sloane

The night before

Pain woke me first.

My shoulders. My ribs. My head most of all.

I tried to move. Metal pulled tight around my wrists.

Memory came back at once. The western border. Masked men. A needle in my thigh. Jax.

You wanted out. I got you out.

My eyes opened.

Darkness.

I was lying on a narrow cot against a stone wall, my hands cuffed behind my back. A thin line of light showed beneath the door. No window. No idea how long I had been here.

I reached for Rhea.

Rhea.

Silence.

Panic came fast.