KATHERINE
I stood there in the damp grass, my boots sinking into the mud as the shock of Stephen’s words hit me like a physical blow. I looked around and realized he wasn't alone, his men were around too. I looked back at Mira, searching her face for a spark of the sister I used to know, but her expression didn't change at all. If anything, she just got colder, her eyes turning into flint as she reached down to her thighs and pulled out a pair of serrated daggers. The metal glinted under the harsh headlights of the convoy, and she held them with a steady hand that told me she had used them many times before.
I couldn't just stand there and watch them kill each other, so I moved. I hurried over to Stephen’s side, my hand reaching out to grab his leather sleeve, and I felt the hard muscle
