Edge of Anarchy (Edge of Collapse, #4)

by Kyla Stone

Ghost scratched at the door and looked back at her imploringly. “If anyone could still be alive out there, it would be him.” The dog went to her, poked his nose against her palm, then circled back to the door. His tail swished back and forth. He pressed his muzzle against the door handle. “You want to go out there. You want to go find him.” Ghost gave a low chuff of assent. “It’ll be dangerous. It’s deadly out there, Ghost. I can’t—” She sucked in a breath, her eyes stinging, and tightened her hold on Charlotte. “I can’t lose you, too.” Ghost rose onto his hind legs and pressed his front paws against the door. He was taller than she was. Strong and beautiful and courageous. She bit her lower lip but nodded slowly. She raised her chin. “Then I guess we’ll both have to be brave.” Ghost glanced back at her, a question in his beautiful brown eyes. “You are so brave. So good and brave. I have one more request of you, my friend.” Ghost waited expectantly. “If he’s alive, find him and bring him back.” Hannah reached for the door handle. “Find Liam.”