My legs burn as I hit my sixth mile on the treadmill. Rain is coming down in sheets, smacking against the windows keeping me locked inside this stuffy gym.
It feels like a bad omen.
When Ghost mentioned that Draven was working on what he called a Kill Switch, anger bubbled beneath my skin. He didn’t say a word about it, and we’d just f****d for hours while he harbored that monumental bomb.
I saw the men that were carried out of that room… and those were just the ones who were still breathing.
“There you are,” I hear Phantom’s voice over the pounding of my heart. “Are you hiding from us?”
Maybe.
“Just felt the need to run,” I huffed out, biting my tongue. Phantom was my closest friend here, and I’ve done nothing but keep secrets from him.
“Want to spar?” he walked around the fr
