Edge of Anarchy (Edge of Collapse, #4)

by Kyla Stone

Noah rubbed his face. Deep shadows rimmed his eyes. “Rosamond gave these people their places here. She has the right to take them away.” Hannah stared at him, so taken aback for a moment that she didn’t know what to say. “Are you serious?” Noah didn’t answer. “That doesn’t even make sense. The Stanleys were here when I first moved to Fall Creek. This is their home. Not borrowed, not taken over temporarily. Theirs.” “The militia has decided that Winter Haven is too difficult to protect with potential dissidents in their midst. They’re redistributing housing to fit security needs—” “Are you listening to yourself? Are those your words or someone else’s?” Noah swallowed. “This is out of my control, Hannah. This is happening, whether we like it or not.” She narrowed her eyes. “I thought you were the chief of police.” “I am, but—” “How is this not under your purview? How can you allow this to happen under your watch? These are people we know! This is Fall Creek. Your town. Your citizens. Your friends!” Noah’s mouth thinned into a bloodless line. “The militia has been granted certain authority during this crisis—” “The militia?” Hannah asked. “Or Rosamond Sinclair? Or are they the same thing, now?”