Thirty-Four
Björn’s heart raced, his pulse drumming inside his ears. Surely someone would hear it. He hyperventilated, leaning against the cold brick wall next to the window he had just peeked into. He could hear Thomas’s voice bark orders. But all he could think about was Caleb. His friend, whom he had sent to his grave.
Thomas’s plan had made so much sense that it hurt. He had infiltrated the underground. He had made them puppets in his play to destroy society, starting at the core—the Raising Centers.
His breath accelerated.
Settle down, Björn. It might not be too late.
He could still warn Caleb, couldn’t he? It was risky to contact him, but this is why he had given him the earpiece. For emergencies. And this was a damn emergency.
Björn ran to the van he had hidden in the woods cl
