Elira's POV

We watched the soldier release cries of agony as Sierra stitched up the wound I inflicted on him earlier. Amara glanced at me. “We wouldn't be needing this if you had controlled your anger.”

My fingers curled, but I knew she was right. I just wanted to kill. Take every life involved in the incident of my missing baby.

“Done.” Sierra's voice dragged me back to reality as the Soldier was forced to sit, eyes turning, saliva drooling down his mouth.

“Here they are,” the tools Amara asked for finally arrived, and I rushed to them to find a chip and a bomb.

When Aiden raised it, the...