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~Raina~

The message came at eight PM. Desert. Tariq is outside.

No question mark. No explanation. I looked at it for ten seconds, then put my phone in my bag and told Jess I was going out.

"Where?" she said.

"Desert," I answered.

She looked at me over her laptop. "Again."

"Yes."

"Raina."

"Jess."

She looked back at her laptop. "Be back by midnight. The race briefing is at seven AM."

I was already a