The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

at me. “Your codename was Echo, wasn’t it? Fitting. You’ve always just been a pale imitation of your brother.”

In my ear, I heard Sean’s panicked voice. “Dana, get out of there! Abort!”

But I couldn’t. I looked at Hemlock’s smug face, the face of the man who had destroyed my family, and I saw a way out. Not for me. For Sean.

“You’re right,” I said to continue reading …