Katarina’s POV – Safehouse, Then the Mansion
“MOVE!”
Ghost’s voice cut through the walls like thunder.
I jumped, the book in my hands falling to the floor. A second later
BOOM—a grenade went off. The boom echoed through the trees, shaking dust from the cabin walls. Katarina’s blood ran cold. That was a grenade. Not close. But not far enough.
The sound hit from somewhere distant, low, angry thunder swallowing the sky.
“What the hell was that?” I gasped, bolting upright from the couch.
Ghost burst through the back door, cloak flying behind him, wild-eyed for the first time since I’d met him. His gloves were off. That meant s**t had gone sideways.
“They found me,” he growled. “We need to go. Now.”
“What do you mean they found you?!” Vittorio wheeled forward, face stone-hard, trying t
