Cane’s POV

“You’re not Tithers.”

The words hit me like a sudden punch to the chest.

My heart drops immediately. For a split second I stop breathing.

One of the Tithers standing in front of us is staring directly at me now, his narrow eyes scanning my face like he is trying to tear through whatever disguise the scent suppressant created.

I swallow hard. So that’s it. We’ve been caught.

Leslie’s suppressant failed.

My hand slowly tightens at my side as I start calculating how fast I can take down all five of them before they raise an alarm.

If it comes down to a fight, I will survive.

But...