Page 40 of The Plunge

"What?"

I stumble forward, shaking my head. "Why? Where?"

"We don't have time for questions right now," he tells me in lieu of a response, approaching me in quick steps. "Put some real clothes on. I'll pack a few things and then we're out of here."

"But, but wh—"

"Libby, please!" This time, he's actually yelling at me. The sheer volume of his voice makes me flinch as if he'd hit me.

I look up at him, tracing the lines on his face as deep concern marks it like never before. Ever since I first met him, Keane has never looked like this. Worried, concerned, scared. As if he's no longer in control.

"Keane, what happened?" I utter a question that I'm afraid to hear the answer to. "Please, just tell me."

His face contorts as if he was in pain. He wipes his hand across his pained grimace, groaning before he tells me something that makes my spine stiffen.

"They found us."

His expression hardens, searching my attentive gaze. "Libby, they found us."

"Who?" I want to know even though I should have a pretty clear idea of who he's talking about. But I still need to hear him say it.

"Who found us, Keane?"

He presses his lips together, averting his gaze for a split second before he returns to look at me, still deeply troubled.

"The Covey," he says. "They know we're here."

I feel like his words stop my heart.

We. He said we. I don't know how, but the people he works for know about me.

And they're coming for me.

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