Chapter Twenty-Six
Olesya took her friend’s cold, dead hand. She was supposed to find Val, but not like this. Not another discarded prop in the Fifth Column’s games.
She wasn’t sure which was worse: being programmed to become one of the Fifth Column’s black operatives, or being killed by one. Brushing a curl of dark hair from Val’s face, she wondered of her friend’s final moments. Had she felt horror, or sadness? Or worse, loneliness.
That scared Olesya the most.
She imagined Val would’ve been confined to a cell, perhaps interrogated for the little information she might divulge, then—alone and far from those she loved—executed.
Olesya released her hand. ‘I’m sorry.’
Val lay before her, just a body now.
Damien’s voice blasted Olesya’s ear. ‘Damien to Olesya! I’m seeing multiple Land
