Outside, the blurred gray skyline of the city streaked past, but all I could see was Dr. Aris's tear-streaked face and the horror of the trap Gideon Vexwood had built for his wife.
"He is a tick," Liric snarled, his mental pacing making my vision flicker with gold. "A blood-bloated parasite burrowing into our mate's mind. We should have turned the car around. We should be decorating the Lupin pack's lawn with his entrails by now."
"Logic, Liric," I countered, though my own pulse was a hammer against my ribs. "A dead Gideon is a martyr. A discredited, exposed Gideon is a carcass she can step over on her way back to me."
"Jarek?"
The voice was cool, and entirely too close. I didn't turn my head. I didn't need to. Hera was sitting beside me, her tablet glowing with logistics and numbers.
"You've been staring at that headrest for ten minutes like you're planning its execution, What did Aris say? Is the project compromised?" She asked, eyes searching me,
