REED
The morning was quiet, but Malcolm’s words thundered in my ears. I sat on the exotic leather couch in the living room, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees, fingers steepled under my chin. Across from me, Malcolm paced the floor, his boots scuffing against the hardwood, his face dark with worry.
“You’re sure they were Maddox’s men?” I asked, my voice low but firm.
Malcolm stopped, turning to face me. “I know what I saw, Reed. They were at Elmswood Forest this morning—right before we left. Same uniforms, same insignias. Maddox knows about her and maybe he might know too much at this rate. Which means he is making a move.”
A curse escaped my lips as I rubbed the back of my neck. Elmswood had been our safe house for weeks, and now it wasn’t safe at all. “Don’t you think Ra
