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A gunshot cracks through the woods.

I drop.

My heart stops.

For one second, I don't understand.

Then bark explodes from the tree beside me.

He shot at me.

Mercer fucking shot at me.

So much for both kneecaps.

I crawl off the track.

Another gunshot cracks behind me.

Dirt kicks up several feet away.

“CALLIE!”

I freeze.

That voice.

It’s not Mercer.

My chest caves in.

No. No fucking way.

“CALLIE!”

Roman.

I scramble upright.

“ROMAN!” The sound tears out of me.

I don’t know where he is.

But I know he’s here.

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ROMAN

Her voice. I fucking heard her voice.

I stop so suddenly that Bishop nearly runs into me.

“Roman?”

I hold up a hand.

Nothing.