Lena's POV
As I left the rear entrance of the enclosure, the cold air struck my face and my head whirled with all that had just happened. Blood still coated my hands, my clothes, and the scent of it hung about like a terrible reminder of what we had done.
Samantha had never behaved like that—that vulnerable, so damaged. Her eyes' gaze when she dropped on the ground... It wouldn't come out of my thoughts.
Alex's words drew me back to the here-now: "We have to keep moving." Indeed, he was right. There was no time to stop. But when it felt as though everything we had battled had simply broken, how could I go forward?
"I know," I responded, sounding less than I meant. I let him see how unprepared I felt or how terrified I was. Actually, though, I had no notion what our current course of a
