Sloane. A shard of hope pierces the terror wrapped around my heart. She races our way, reaching into her flight jacket and retrieving a cylindrical parcel the length of her hand. “Aaric told me you’d need this—” She stumbles as she catches sight of Mira. I don’t give a shit why she’s here. Only that she is. My eyes prickle. “Please.” Sloane’s fearful gaze snaps to mine.
