Martin couldn’t help feeling a little regretful about all the work he’d put in.
The traitor—the Rat—and even Hank’s mysterious half-day disappearance had all been part of his plan.
His goal was simple: to deepen the hatred between Liam and Jason’s camps until there was no turning back. But now, seeing them explode into open warfare before he could even trigger the rest of his plan—it almost felt like his efforts had been wasted.
Still, it didn’t matter. As he’d said earlier, the goal was achieved. They were fighting. Once both sides were bloodied and exhausted, it would be his turn to act. Neither Jason nor Liam would be walking away alive tonight.
Across the clearing, the battle raged on.
“Aaagh—my hand!”
“My leg!”
Agonized screams tore through the night like slaughtered pigs. The
