Page 129 of BounBound By Scars

The sun would rise.

And Zane would hate me.

???

Just drive, Kabir.

Hit the ignition and go.

Fuck.

This was it.

Maybe I’d had one foot out the door this whole time.

I’d grabbed my stashed weapon—the one no one knew existed. PackedDaLia. I needed some part of myself in this, or I’d fall apart before the end.

I didn’t know what the hell was waiting for me in Virginia, or who would follow me there, but I had to disappear—fully. Lock down. Hide out.

They’d assume I was playing double agent.

Of course they would.

And maybe I was. But not for them. Not for Romano either.

I didn’t need their trust.

I just needed to bluff long enough to win.

The car I’d taken wasn’t even one of our hidden units. Just a standard sedan from our fleet. Nothing special. Except it had been quietly disconnected from Sentrix—by me.

No one would be tracking it.

Because I was the one who usually monitored the feeds.

Zane wouldn’t even notice. Last I checked, he hadn’t moved from Ronan’s bedside.

My burner pinged.

One message. One image.

And everything in me shut down.

It was Amelia. Her ventilator.

A gloved finger hovered over the power switch—posed like a threat, like a goddamn dare.

Unknown: I hope you’re on your way. :)

Rage overtook me.

I let out a broken scream, slamming my fists into the steering wheel until my hands went numb.

Fuck.

I had to go.

Now.

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