“Please,” I ask, and Dom pauses. “Why does that name matter? What does it mean?” Dom looks down at me, and my knees turn to water at what’s in his eyes. I know it’s bad then. It’s really bad. For the first time since we met, Dom is afraid. “It means this trap wasn’t meant for us.” Dom looks away and slings his rifle over his shoulder. “It means Bristlebrook is under attack.”
