Alone. There was no better way to put it. One moment Madden had been alongside Eva, the next he had been ripped away from her, tortured by the burden he had been commanded against his will to bear. Eva climbed down the stone ridge, unseeing, unfeeling, and wandered about the floor of the wadi. She had never felt so alone.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Gila was there, concern written across her face. Eva wanted to trust the woman. She had certainly done her utmost to show they were on the same team. But despite the goodwill, Gila was an ARC operative, and so far, the organization hadn’t done her a lot of favors.
“We have come so far, and for what? Was it all worth it?”
“Eva, I can"t begin to understand how you must be feeling right now.”
“Punch through your ribs and rip out your hear
