Mari’s safe. I got us away in time. You left her. Go back. Fury, hot and swift, rushes through me. My burning muscles seize with the force of it. I want to fight him, shove him out of our body, kill him so he can never hurt her, so I will never be that fucking terrified ever again. I kill her enemies. He flashes an image of Smith’s skull into my brain. “You’re fucking mad,” I spit.
