Rae’s POVWe were moving before the call had fully ended.I pulled on my jacket and followed Killian through the corridor and out to the garage, my mind already running ahead of my feet. The dressmakers had left the compound hours ago. They had been here, in my room, measuring me, showing me designs on a tablet, and now they were in a hospital.The timeline was suspicious.Killian was talking as we got on the bike. Pack hospital, eastern territory, the call had come from the attending sentinel on duty. I caught fragments of it but most of his words were arriving at a slight remove, like sound through water.It was the feather first, now this.“Rae.”I blinked.His hand was on my arm. He was turned around on the bike looking at me directly.“I’ve been talking to you,” he said.“I know,” I said. “Say it again.”He repeated everything. The hospital location, what the initial report had said, the nature of the injuries as they’d been described on the call.“This is a warning,” I said.He
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