"This time we need to prove to them that we won't stay silent when someone tries to make us into scapegoats, mate."

Malcolm sighed. "I'm afraid they're targeting you again."

“They’re already targeting us,” I whispered. “That ship has sailed.”

“Angie.” The way he said my name not a title, and it’s made my chest tighten. His free hand came up and pressed flat against my stomach, barely a touch, careful as if I were something that could shatter.

“I can’t—” He stopped himself. Tried again. “If something happens to you out there. To either of you.” His throat moved. “I don’t have a plan for that. I don’t have...