Ava's POV
The words hung in the air like smoke. One of us might be lying more than the others. The library, already thick with anger, went still.
Damien broke first. "That's insane. You're saying one of us is still working for her?"
"I'm saying we can't rule it out." Lucas's voice was flat. "The drone didn't find this house by accident. It came straight to the window where we were standing. Someone gave it coordinates."
"Or it was already programmed," Marcus said. "She's been tracking us since the bar."
"Then why now?" Lucas shot back. "Why send it now, when we're already broken? She's sending a message. She wants us to know she's close."
"She wants us to tear each other apart." I said it quietly, but they heard me.
Damien looked at me, his lip still bleeding. "It's working."
Marc
