The Glock clicked into place under my fingers.
Slide back. Magazine seated. A familiar weight settled into my hands as muscle memory took over—press, check, breathe. Around me, a soldier's voice carried through the room, flat and practiced, laying out routes and contingencies like this was just another errand.
Texas Food Mart. Miles out. Non-perishables. High yield, low resistance. Then a few secondary stops.
Easy.
Too easy.
That was the problem.
My eyes stayed on the gun, but my thoughts were nowhere near it. They were back in the compound. Back with Lila. With Jane. With the look Lila had given me the last time Jane laughed too loudly in my presence.
I'd given her leverage. Worse—I'd given her motive.
If something happened while we were gone…
If Jane was alone…
My jaw tightened.
Was this the right call?
There had to be another way. Another arrangement. Another—
"Adrian."
I flinched.
