Page 168 of Sage Haven
“Reich, what the fuck are we supposed to do?” His voice was tight, frayed at the edges.
I let out a slow breath, pressing my fingers into my temples. “We figure it out later,” I said, calm despite the violence twisting inside me. “When we have more information.”
It wasn’t enough.
Not for Castor.
He ran his hand through his hair for what had to be the twentieth time, his jaw clenched so tight I half-expected his teeth to crack.
It wasn’t just Sam he was worried about.
It was them.
The ENA.
Their rules were simple.
Unforgiving. Absolute.
Rule number one: No outsiders stay on the premises.
I had already broken that rule. I’d done it carefully—or at least, I thought I had. But now? Now there was another variable I hadn’t planned for.
Sam.
Rule number two: No outsider could know what we did.
And Sam knew.
It didn’t matter how loyal Castor believed she was.
Even if she swore herself to silence. Even if she carved it into her skin and bled for it.
The ENA wouldn’t care.
They would call her a loose thread.
And loose threads had to be cut.
I wasn’t sure I trusted her the way Cas did.
I wasn’t sure I trusted anyone.
But for now, I had no choice.
I had to let it play out and pray I could keep them all alive long enough to make it mean something.
What worried me more was Sage.
Because it was only a matter of time before Sam told her everything.
If she hadn’t already.
And I needed to be the one to tell her.
Not Sam.
Not Castor.
