June looks over her shoulder. “Well, what are we waiting for?”
“s**t! Zeke’s people are trying to remove the bombs!” Mathias informs in a muddle. “We gotta hurry!”
A hoarse voice grabs my attention, and I turn to see one of the guys whispering into his phone. Oh no, he shouldn’t have—
June shouts angrily and shoots the man straight in the head. My throat clenches as if someone grabbed and squeezed it dry. His head goes limp, and his phone clatters on the ground. I stagger back, every cell in my body turning to ice.
If seeing one person’s death has me feeling this way, how can I implode a whole factory with hundreds of workers and chemists inside? How can, how can June do it?
“Edwina—” a gush of wind interrupts Curtis. “Edwina’s on the rooftop with Zeke. They’re fighting and there’s ot
