A car was waiting at the end of an unmarked junction. One by one, the Institute convoy pulled up at the side of the road. Mark parked behind them, keeping the engine running as the agents in the lead vehicle secured the area. Rachel was in the transporter ahead of him. He could still see her when he closed his eyes: barely conscious, badly hurt, and begging for death. He couldn"t get her out of his mind. He"d been so consumed with what she had done to him, he hadn"t even thought about it from her point of view. This was what awaited all Reachers, good or bad. Could he really blame her for trying to stay alive?
He could see now that she hadn"t changed. She was still the woman he had fallen for as she dressed his wounds in St Mary"s hospital. She still had that same fire in her eyes he coul
