"Don't answer her," Jax said, low and fast. "Don't give her anything."
I stayed at the rail anyway, looking down at Jezebel standing in the wash of headlights, the bandage stark white against her dark coat. Six men fanned out behind her, rifles loose in their hands but ready.
"You're supposed to be dead," I called down.
"Disappointing, I know." Her voice climbed easily up the tower, unbothered by the distance. "Robert always did like his theater. A bullet that misses on purpose. Very dramatic. Very him."
Knox crouched by the stairwell entrance, watching the tree line for movement on the flanks. "She's stalling. Buying her men time to circle."
Ryder had already moved to the far side of the platform, eyes tracking the slope behind the tower. "There's a second group coming up through the
