Kain wasn’t interested in the so-called training. His mind was already racing toward Georgia, toward asking her about the sacrifice. He didn’t even understand how he’d reached her the first time; the memory slipped through his fingers like smoke. And now he couldn’t even force himself to doze off—sleep had abandoned him completely.

He paced through the sad little house, searching for their hosts, who seemed to have vanished into thin air.

He was losing his mind to anxiety, imagining every worst-case scenario with Falcon until his chest tightened.

He needed a cigarette. It was one of those moments in his life—the kind that scared him, the kind that made...