Owen's POV
"We're running out of time."
Lucas stood beside me in the coalition command center, staring at the screen showing Mary's torture session. It had been seven days since she'd infiltrated Montana. Seven days of watching them break her piece by piece through the broadcasts The Covenant sent us.
"I know," I said, my voice rough from not sleeping, from watching the woman I loved suffer while I couldn't reach her. "But we can't just rush in. Montana's defenses are too strong. We need a strategy."
"Strategy be damned, Owen. Look at her. She's barely conscious. Whatever they're doing to her, it's destroying her."
He was right. On the screen, Mary lay strapped to a surgical table while Dr. Hollander injected her with something that made her scream. Her skin was pale, covered in bruis
