I turn in the seat.
I am facing south. My body has rotated me. I did not think about it. The patch wanted south and my body delivered south.
Harek's hand on mine goes still.
Fen's hand on my other hand goes hot.
Thaw is watching me.
The patch is not pulling toward a person. It is pulling toward the parts of me the Syndicate took.
The pack reads what is happening through every line at once. They have gone very still in two trucks.
"Jen."
Thaw's voice.
"Yes."
"You turned south."
"The patch is reading what they took out of me. Some of it is in her."
Thaw goes quiet.
The pack has not moved.
They are waiting for my decision.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped being the person they were protecting and became the person they were following.
I look up.
Thaw's gold eyes are on me.
"South," I say.
He nods. Just once.
“Let’s go get her.”
