Lena's POV
"How long has it been following us?"
"Since the gate," Reeves said. "Possibly before."
I turned carefully — not dramatically, the way you turn when you don't want whoever is behind you to know you've noticed. The road was dark, two lanes cutting through flat countryside, and behind us a pair of headlights sat at a consistent distance. Not gaining. Not falling back.
Pacing us.
"Is it Marcus's people?" I said.
"Unknown," Reeves said. "Could be Victor's. Could be unrelated." He said the last part in a tone that suggested he didn't believe it.
I turned back to the front. My hands were in my lap and I made a point of keeping them still.
"What do we do?"
"We continue," he said. "I take a different route. We see if it follows."
He turned left at the next junction — not the ro
