LEONARD'S POV

Sophia's face changed, just for a tiny part of a second, from cold control to pure, sick horror.

That one small flicker of doubt was all I needed.

I had been waiting for it. For four years, I had studied every look she had, every pause, and every breath she took when she was scared. I knew her better than she knew herself, and I knew that Claire's name would go through her like a knife.

"She's alive?!" Sophia gasped, and her grip on the rifle shook. "Claire went over the edge of the tank tower!"

"Metal plates and new nerve repair can do wonders for a broken...