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He’s here.

I’m here.

We’re in this together. He saiddrag me through hell, but be by my side.

Well, here we go.

This is hell.

We creep down the drive, the trees surrounding us. Darkness stretches throughout the woods as the tires crunch gravel. A clearing comes up, and Monroe kills his lights. It’s an old factory. Lost and forgotten. I tilt my head in curiosity. Monroe stops the car. “Look,” he says quietly. I turn my head to where he’s looking and see a small trailer painted blue from the moon. His truck is parked there, the door to the tin can wide open. “Let’s keep the car parked at the tree line.”

“We need to give it a little bit. Maybe he’ll pass out. He was swerving all over the road, and he looked pretty drunk when he left the bar.”

Monroe nods. “Okay, we’ll give it thirty minutes.”

I rest my arm on the door handle, folding my lips in with my fingers as I stare at the factory. It’s dark and frightening.

God, is she in there?

Have I found her?

I shut my eyes, saying a silent prayer that maybe all of this is about to be over.

Maybe.

Chapter Sixty-Five

Jace

“Jace, you need to stay here,” Dalton says to me.

“Fuck that. I’m going with you.”

“Jace,” she argues.

“Dalton, don’t insult me. I’m a soldier, for fuck’s sake.”

She cocks her head to the side, like true. I mean, really, she didn’t think of that?

She leans up and I hear the glove compartment open.

“Here.” She hands a gun to me, and I check to see if it’s loaded.

“Okay, we need to be as quiet as possible. I’ll run around back and check things out. You two head that way, but wait for me by the door. My guess is he has her in there,” Monroe says, looking toward the factory.

“Who the fuck else does he have in there?” I ask the question we’re all thinking. Chloe can’t be the only one.

We three open the car doors silently and step out. I look down at Dalton. She takes in a breath of air before exhaling.

“Okay?” I whisper. She nods, her eyes focused. We creep toward the factory. Dalton looks over at Monroe who goes behind the trailer. We stand by the dark silver door waiting for him to appear on the other side.

“We have no proof of anything. If we get caught, we could all be in some shit for trespassing,” Dalton murmurs.

“You believe he’s the one, don’t you?” I ask her.

“Yes.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s take this sick motherfucker down and free your sister.”

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