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The renegades fired, the night a chorus of bullets. I threw myself over Sloane, shielding her from the spray, hoping to God we would get through this. I’d promised her… I’d promised her everything without saying the words. Even Sam had seen it in her grief, but feeling it wasn’t the same as saying the wordsaloud.

Engines roared into life, and I raised my head, the light from multiple headlights blinking across theclearing.

“They’re on the run!” someoneshouted.

“We can’t let them go,” Wattssaid.

Gasket slid to his knees beside us and pressed his palm to Sloane’s forehead. “She’s burningup.”

“She…” I was having trouble reconciling that she’d killed her own father, and by the looks of it, so wasshe.

“Go,” Gasket said. “Get her out ofhere.”

I glanced at the retreatingbikers.

“They’re not your problem,” Gasket said. “Sloane can’t stayhere.”

I nodded as he rose to his feet and strode across the yard, silhouetted by the fire. He lifted his fingers to his lips and whistled, the sound slicing through the air. “Everyone withme!”

He threw his leg over his motorcycle and rammed his heel down on the kick start. Shit, his bike was older than hewas.

As the roar of motorcycles filled the air, I scooped Sloane up into my arms and carried her toward the nearest car. The convoy tore out of the clearing and onto the road, pursuing the remaining renegades toward the highway as I bundled her into the passenger sideseat.

Fastening the belt, I paused, combing her hair away from her face with my fingers. Shit, the things she’d been forced to do… No wonder she’d collapsed. She wasn’t made for this. Killing her own father. No one should have to do that. No one atall.

“It’ll be okay,” I murmured. “I’ll get you out ofhere.”