Nobody spoke for a long moment after the clearing went still. I stood there as the last warmth of the light faded from my palms, watching Marcus survey the broken door with an expression I couldn't fully read.
"We need to move," he said finally. "Now, before they regroup and decide to come back today instead of waiting."
"Move where?" Amara said. "I've spent twenty-six years making sure this place stays off every map that matters. If I leave now, I lose the one advantage I've had this entire time."
"You lost the advantage the moment they knew you were here," Marcus said. "That was never a secret you could keep once Mia's photograph found its way out of my records room."
Something in the way he said it made me go still. "You know who left that photograph."
Marcus was quiet a beat too l
