Her hair was a tangled mess, snagged by branches and soaked by the rain, clinging to her pale face. She moved through the forest with a cold, deadly focus in her eyes, slipping between the trees like a vengeful spirit.
Right now, there was only one thought in her mind.
Find Petty. Find Franco.
She brushed wet strands of hair from her face, ready to keep going, when suddenly she heard a sharp crack behind her, the sound of someone stepping on a branch.
Without thinking, she chambered a bullet and spun around, gun raised. What she saw made her freeze. Two familiar figures stepped out from the trees.
The three of them stared at each other, the tension heavy in the air.
Laura’s face was stone cold.
“So you’re still alive?” Abbot’s voice dripped with mockery.
He hadn’t expected Travis’s twisted little girl to survive. She had taken an explosion and fallen down a cliff, but somehow she was still standing.
Maybe it was better this way. Saving her wasn’t about kindness. He only wanted information from her. If she died tonight, all of his plans would be for nothing.
He glanced at her bloodstained pants. Clearly, she was hurt. He nodded to Ned, a silent order to pick her up.
Ned didn’t hesitate. He’d just set off a bomb, and it wouldn’t slow Franco and Jay for long. They’d probably be catching up soon.
Before Laura could react, Ned grabbed her, slinging her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. “Abbot, let’s move,” he called out.
“Move?” Laura immediately caught the tension between them. “What did you plan? What are you leaving behind?”
Abbot ignored her. He motioned for Ned to follow, and Ned carried Laura after him.
Upside down, Laura’s head throbbed, blood rushing to her face. Her ghostly pale cheeks turned red. “You’re really going to abandon everyone on the mountain? Do you have someone else coming to get you?”
Still, Abbot didn’t answer.
Laura started to panic.

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