I’d break into the precinct and steal them back before I let that happen.
“You had the audacity to sleep with us, to tell us you were on our side, and the whole time, you were hiding this from us.”
Get the fuck out of the warehouse.
Why couldn’t I get my body to do that? “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to hurt you. I was going to tell you.” Her gaze dropped.
“Liar.” I stalked forward, picked up her ruined shirt, and shoved it in her direction. “Cover up.”
I could twist the knife by telling her that seeing her sickened me.
But there had been enough lies for one day.
Still, I caught the way her face crumpled.
She grabbed the shirt from me, shoved her arms through the holes, then snatched up her coat and bolted for the door.
None of us followed.
Not at first.
Bishop glared at me, then the open door. “What the actual fuck just happened?”
“Noelle has been spying on us. Probably from the beginning. We have to assume that the entire mission is compromised.” I gripped the edge of the crate hard and cursed until I ran out of breath.
Their silence pressed down on me.
I waited for one of them to speak, to curse and rail at her betrayal.
Bishop rested his palms on his hips but refused to look at me.
His gaze remained locked, his full focus on Noelle’s escape.
“I’m going after her.” Ash gave me a look. “She’s worth it.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but I’d lost the heart to tell him we might be about to lose everything.
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NOELLE
I’d burst through the warehouse door like the hounds of hell were on my heels.
They might as well be.
Cold air slapped my face, but it couldn’t cool the fire of shame burning in my chest.
My ruined shirt flapped open, and I clutched my coat tighter, the fabric doing nothing to shield me from the devastation behind me.
Stupid.
I’d been so stupid.
How could I have been so fucking stupid?
I’d forgotten about the damned wire the moment Rafe’s lips touched mine.
