Nate’s POV
Dash’s words echo in my head over and over again as I drift slowly through the security checkpoint at Fort Dauntless in my car. Broken chains… broken door handle… knife.
Will, Harley, Seth, and Payton… all missing.
What am I going to say to Rachel?
“Name?” grunts the soldier at the checkpoint through the window at me.
“Nathan Worthington.”
He glances suspiciously into my eyes. “Worthington?”
“Yes—as in the richest family in the Deviant Society. Can I go now?”
He sets his jaw, glancing down at the clipboard in front of him. “I don’t have you on my list. Reason for visiting?”
“To see a friend. Look, man—”
But he’s already pulling out his walkie. “Evans. You still with the Eagles?”
“Affirmative,” says the voice on the other end of the walkie.
“Ask ’em if Nate Worthingto
