Dylan wasn’t certain how long he was trapped in the frozen prison Simone had placed him in. He didn’t know how far away she’d gotten either, but when everyone unthawed, Bo’s piercing cries echoed through the halls.
Fuck. He had to know what had just—
The door rammed into the mound of snow in front of it. It would have hit the wall otherwise. Bo squeezed his way through the small opening, but he stopped as soon as his shoes disappeared in the snow.
“What the f**k?” He scanned over the snow covered floors, the equipment, and the few men that had survived Simone’s wrath. His eyes bulged when he discovered the crimson-stained snow and the b****y bodies of soldiers who’d sacrificed their lives to do his bidding.
Was this Dylan’s fate as well?
“I asked a question.” Bo’s raspy voice caused a
