Then reality crashes back.
I slip out of bed carefully and dress quietly, leave him resting.
The compound is stirring. Finn's at the coffee maker, his shoulder bandaged. Cara's in the communications room. Traci's door is closed.
Cara emerges when she hears me. Her expression is grim.
"We need to talk. About Traci."
"What happened?"
"Nothing yet. But Rhys got updated intel overnight. The assault last night was a test run. They're planning the real attack within the next day or two." She holds my gaze. "We need whatTraci knows. Now. Before they come back with everything they have."
My stomach drops. "She's traumatized from last night."
"I know. But if we don't get ahead of this, she becomes a target they'll never stop hunting." Cara's voice is sympathetic but determined. "We need to force their hand or lose the advantage."
"She'll have to be ready," I say. "We're out of options."
Because ready or not, Traci's running out of time.
