"Adrian."
I flinched and looked up.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Let's go." Aubrey's voice was tight, stretched thin. One more push and she'd be yelling.
Behind me, I could feel Mark and Agnes staring holes into my back. I didn't nod. Didn't signal anything. I just stood there, caught between two sides of the same nightmare.
Then I looked at Lila.
"Come on," I said quietly. "Let's go."
She pushed herself to her feet.
"Hey—hey—hey. Where the fuck are you going?" Aubrey snapped, her gun shifting toward Lila.
Lila didn't raise her hands this time. She just stared back at Aubrey, her face blank, almost tired.
I looked at Aubrey, my resolve slipping for a second. "Aubrey… listen to me."
"No. You listen to me," she shot back. "I'm tired of going back and forth with you on this. She's the enemy. She proved that when she helped those freaks kill our men at Fort Sam Houston."
The words hit harder than I expected. I had almost buried that memory.
