Abby

We kept a good watch on our tail all the way back to the safehouse, making sure no one followed us. Ian came to a sliding stop just inside the garage. A second later, we were at the Range Rover.

Artie pulled Lena from the back seat, carrying her toward the van. Her head had stopped bleeding, but a huge gash still showed across her scalp under her black hair.

Joseph and the others were already waiting inside with the engine running.

Artie loaded Lena into the back across the long bench seat, then climbed in the side. Ian and I were right behind him, closing the door as soon as we were in. As the door latched shut, Joseph peeled out of the warehouse toward Winter's Edge.

The warehouse doors closed behind us before I recognized the pressure against my foot. It was my backpack. Someone had already packed it and loaded it in. Well, we were nothing if not efficient.

But efficiency wasn't necessarily going to keep Lena alive.

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