Chapter 229

The SUV tore through the narrow mountain roads like a beast fleeing judgment, tires screaming on every hairpin turn. Declan Hayes sat in the back seat with Siena cradled against his chest, her blood soaking through his shirt and mixing with his own from the torn stitches in his shoulder. The wound Cassian’s bullet had left days ago had reopened during the siege, but he barely felt it. All he felt