Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ghost reached her first. Everyone else hesitated. River. Kayne. The Riders. Even Nadia. All of them needed a second to understand what they were seeing. Ghost didn't. The woman stood motionless beneath the quarry lights. Dust coated her dark jacket. Blood stained one sleeve. Her breathing was uneven. But she remained standing. Ghost stopped three feet away. The distance felt wrong. Too large. Too small. The woman stared at him. Neither spoke. The firefight still echoed across the quarry. Rifle bursts cracked from the eastern ridge. Someone shouted. An engine revved. Neither of them looked away. River arrived moments later. His rifle swept everything around her. Protecting the space. Protecting Ghost. Ghost didn't notice. His eyes had stopped moving. They found the woman and held
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