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she did unleash her anger, it would leave a river of pain.
    Leave no enemy breathing.
    No enemy indeed, she silently promised from under that hood. Parker meant to take away her power but, instead, wound up making her stronger. Although he had achieved one thing. She’d gotten completely, utterly lost. The car appeared to turn and turn again during the ride to the new Bittech compound with Parker.
    So what exactly would she say to Daryl if she did call him? Hey, big bro, so I’m like in this place, a big place with like buildings and people, lots of people with guns, oh and a fence. A big fence. With like woods around it. Under a sky.
    Could she get any more freaking vague?
    Don’t waste a phone call until you have an actual pinpoint on your location. Thinking of pinpoint, she could have slapped herself. A cell phone could map her location.
    Next question: who to get the cell phone from?
    She heard the whoosh and click of a door opening then shutting. She remained leaning against the wall of the building.
    “What are you doing out here?”
    It didn’t surprise her to see Wes appear. Everywhere she turned these days, she ran into him. “Funny you should ask because Ace just asked the same thing.”
    At the mention, he stiffened. “You met Ace? You talked to him?”
    “Only for a moment.” She turned and fixed her gaze on him. “You know him?”
    “Yeah.”
    “He’s not what I expected. He didn’t kill me.”
    “That would be because Ace isn’t like the others. He hasn’t let the treatments drive him to madness. But that doesn’t mean you should trust him.”
    “Then who am I to trust then? It seems I can’t rely on you. Or have you forgotten you’re the one who tried to bring me here in the first place? Let’s also not forget the fact you’re Andrew’s lap pet.”
    He stiffened. “I’m not his bitch.”
    “Perception is everything, though, and from where I’m standing, you are just as dirty as him.” She took a step away, aiming herself in the direction of the medical facility that housed her sons.
    Wes kept pace. It shouldn’t have pleased her.
    “Go away,” she snapped.
    “I’m not leaving you. The monsters are off their leash tonight. It’s not safe.”
    “You don’t say, seeing as how I’m being escorted by a monster right now.
    “They didn’t experiment on me.”
    “Well la-di-da for you. What about everyone else?”
    His lips tightened. “Who do you trust that you can call for help?”
    “Are you asking for people who might look for me? Looking to grab them, too? Make some monsters out of the people you know?”
    “I’m not the enemy. I want to help you.” He tried to grab at her, but she danced out of reach.
    “Don’t you touch me,” she snapped.
    “I know you hate me right now, but you need to calm the fuck down.”
    “Or you’ll what? What can you possibly do to me that would be worse than this hell I’m living already?”
    “I don’t want to make shit worse. I want to make it better. Which is why I am asking you to give me a name so I can get your ass out of here. Who should I call? Your brother, Daryl? What about that uncle you’ve got living in Tampa?”
    She whirled, and her hands shot out at him, pushing at his hard chest, trying to shove him back. What she really wanted to do involved shoving all her frustration and anger somewhere the sun never shone.
    “No. No. And no. I can’t call anyone, dammit, not Daryl, not my uncle. No one. I can’t risk their lives. I won’t have them suffer because my husband is a madman.”
    This mess with Andrew is my problem. My responsibility.
    But she couldn’t say that out loud, and hitting Wes felt good. She even yelled a bit as she kept pummeling at him. And he let her, let her wail and scream and hit and cry until eventually she collapsed against him. Her breath came in stuttering hitches, and her eyes burned with hot tears she couldn’t shed.
    Don’t cry. Crying is for pussies.
    We are a pussy.
    He wrapped his