Xander's POV
Every instinct Xander had was screaming trap but exhaustion was starting to win the war. They had been running for hours through hostile territory. Natalie was swaying on her feet and the mark on her neck looked angry and inflamed. He needed to get her somewhere safe. Somewhere she could rest before her body gave out completely.
He checked the cabin methodically. Windows first. Then the back door. The attic. Under the floorboards. He searched for explosives, hidden cameras, tripwires, anything that would explain why Kade had left this place so perfectly staged for their arrival. He found nothing. Just the wine bottle and the note mocking them from the table.
"It is a mind game," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "He wants us paranoid. Wants us to make mistakes."
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