Page 34 of Fangs
“Got the signal,” he said.
All of Lee’s lightheartedness seemed to evaporate. “I’ll wake ’em.”
As he vanished down the hallway, I sat up and turned to Sable, trying to look like I wasn’t panicking. “What signal?”
He stared back at me, his face impassive. “You’ll have to ask your brother.”
“Why do you havethat?”I asked, my eyes dropping to his gun. I knew it was a sniper rifle, but I thought he was a healer.
“I’m a marksman.”
“What, like a Ghostmark?” I asked, referring to the legendary group of snipers I’d often heard the Reapers talk about.
“Iwasa Ghostmark, so yes.” His expression didn’t change, but his voice had an edge.
I blinked in astonishment. The Reapers talked about the Ghostmarks like they were actual ghosts, and I hadn’t fully believed they even existed.
Wolf came striding out of the hallway, followed by Scar and Lee. My brother’s gaze found me first, scanning me before turning to Sable.
“How many?” Wolf asked.
“They split into three teams. This one’s got four or five scouting.”
“Time?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“What are you talking about?” I demanded, anxiety thrumming through me.
They all glanced at me and then at Wolf. Wolf studied me, his expression carefully schooled.
“I’ve got a few questions for Madame, so we’re expecting visitors.”
I felt my face pale. “What?”
“Lee’s in charge of you. Do what he says, and Ember, you try to run again, and I’m tyin’ you back up.”
“Wait, what… who’s comin’?” The panic in my voice was evident as I stood, clutching the blanket around me.
Lee appeared at my elbow, his eyes narrowed at me.
“Stay inside and listen to Lee,” Wolf snapped as he grabbed his jacket and a bulletproof vest.
“Wolf—”
“Stay inside,” he growled at me and turned to Scar. “You got enough ammo?”
“Madame’s dead!” I blurted out, and they all turned to me with predatory focus.
“Since when?” Lee asked sharply at my side, but I didn’t look away from Wolf.
“Since a couple months ago,” my voice trembled.
Scar made a series of gestures with her hands, and Wolf did some back like they were talking.
“Who’s in charge now?” Wolf asked.
“A man named Nemo.”
