The estate burned behind them, orange flames licking at the night sky, black smoke curling into the clouds. Stone stood at the edge of the forest, his face illuminated by the fire, his eyes fixed on the destruction. Edmund was dead. Maria was in custody. But the Founders were still out there, scattered and regrouping.
Elena appeared at his side, her face pale, her hands trembling. "Logan, we need to move. The fire will draw attention."
Stone didn't turn. "He said there were others. Other Founders. Other cells."
Elena was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "We'll find them. But we can't do it if we're dead. We need to regroup."
Stone finally turned to her, his eyes hollow. "You're right. We need to find a place to lay low. Somewhere safe."
Hayes stepped forward, his face grim. "I know
