FIFTY-FIVE
‘Rona!’
Pulling her eyes away from the infected warden, Rona looked over to where Justice held out a hand for her.
‘I need you.’
The tingling in her body intensified, and Rona held back a gasp as she felt herself being tugged forward. It was as if her body no longer belonged to her. She wanted to turn around, to aim her pistol at the warden and shoot him between the eyes. Kyle’s sentiment toward his man would get them all killed. However, her body was locked on course, pulling her to Justice until she stood facing the young woman her people had been trying to kill for twenty-five years.
A bitter twist to her mouth at the fate that had seen them working together, Rona fought to stop raising her hand. It was impossible. Whatever had her in its grip was far stronger, and as wa
