Lyra's POV
The trees blurred past us as Kate and I sprinted through the woods. Branches snapped under our feet. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, every beat louder than the last.
That gunshot hadn’t come from the captive. It had come from Keto. But why? There was only one man left. What the hell had gone wrong?
Kate was ahead of me, moving like a shadow, fast and focused. My breath caught in my throat. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be Keto.
We broke through the trees and reached the clearing.
Keto stood alone.
The last of the triplets was lying face down in the dirt, blood pooling beneath his head. Keto had a gun in his right hand. His expression was unreadable, too calm.
"What happened?" Kate asked first, her voice sharp.
Keto didn’t flinch. "He tried to run."
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