“Fill me in on the Saviors?” Evie asks, looking around the table. “We’ve heard rumors about them since we were kids. Mercenaries trained as kids to turn into killing machines. They know everything about everyone. They are supposed to be ruthless, with no moral compass, and completely insane. The Saviors run on their own orders. They kill anyone from some random person on the street to the most powerful crime boss.” I take Evie’s hand after I answer. “Which is why last night doesn’t make sense.”
