“Again," Brandon muttered into Harrison's ear. “North cameras."
“Numbers?" Harrison asked.
“Four. Maybe five. Smarter this time."
Charlotte was already moving. “Bella," she said, flipping her radio on. “Take two to the tree line. No howling. If they run, let them be proud about it."
Bella's grin flashed. “Copy."
Maeve appeared in the doorway in a robe that somehow looked like armor. “Must you do this at dawn?"
“They prefer it," Charlotte said. “Fewer witnesses. More mistakes."
Harrison fell into step beside her. “You need a rest."
She didn't slow. “I'll nap when they get bored."
He almost smiled. “Delusional."
“Consistent," she said, and pushed out into the slate air.
The green was a darker shape than midnight, edges blued with the idea of sunrise. Frost stippled the grass. Brea
