Marga watched the vibrant colors of the sunset fade into the darkness of the advancing night, her whole body humming with grim excitement. Soon. Soon she’d get to kill the fucking bastard who’d kidnapped and tortured her baby sister, and then this whole nightmare would finally be over. The familial link to Marissa pulsed inside her, weaker than before but not broken. Yet. Her sister was still alive, and Merle would make damn sure they found her in time.

Time. Thinking of which…

She turned around, laid her hand on Atticus cheek and met his eyes. “I don’t know how fast the Elders are going to find us once we’ve...