Grace was gone by dawn.
Rebecca had taken her somewhere I could not know. The separation felt like ripping out my heart, but I watched the taillights disappear knowing it was the only way to keep her safe.
"She will be okay," Albert said, his hand on my shoulder. "Rebecca knows what she is doing."
"Does she? Because X predicted every other move we made. What if he predicted this too?" I could not stop the tears. "What if sending Grace away just made her easier to find?"
"Then we trust. Because trust is all we have left."
The clubhouse was a disaster. Forty members remained from the original hundred. The others were dead, missing, or had deserted after Knox's revelations and X's attacks. We were barely functional as an organization.
Hammer burst through the door, bloodied but alive. "
