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A series of images flashed through Scout’s mind: Clementine’s mouth contorted in an endless scream with Ruth’s too-still body beside her, the strange little device Warrior had perched on Ruth’s belly to learn what had killed her.
Ruth’s body wrapped in a sheet between Viola’s and Liv’s. Scout had stood over them, wanting to say some words but not knowing what words to say.
Scout triggering the explosives that collapsed the entire compound hidden deep under the surface of Amatheon.
But only one real thought would form in her mind, although it repeated ever faster on a desperate loop.
How much does he know?
Daisy let go of Scout’s hand and straightened to her full height. Now that fleeing without being seen was no longer possible, she had no qualms about confrontation.
Scout wasn’t
