Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends novel Chapter 192

Last Female–Sypher and Her Brother’s Friends

Chapter 192

Ransom

I crouch behind a wall of tangled brush, the damp earth soaking through the knee of my pants.

What a shit day for a raid.

I wipe my face for what feels like the billionth time and concentrate on anything but the steady sound of rain.

Beside me, Dex scans the trees through a pair of binoculars. To his other side is Sigrid, whom I’ve figured out as my personal guard

now.

Figures Elliot would make it his mission to hound me even when he’s not here.

“Anything?” I whisper.

Dex lowers them. “Nothing. Yet.”

The five teams split hours ago, spreading out across the Assembly’s territory. Each of us lying in wait at the different locations

where we presented to each of the Alphas under suspicion.

Now we wait to see which birdie has a big fat fucking mouth.

My radio crackles softly.

“Team Three checking in. No movement on the northern ridge.

That’s Kiara.

I press the transmit button.

“Nothing here. We are getting soaked.”

Another voice follows immediately.

“Sounds hot. You gonna take your shirt off?” Felix asks.

Dex takes the radio from my hand. “Report Fe, now.”

“Spoil sport.” He complains. “We found tracks near the river. They look old. Possibly stumbled upon

I take the walkie back from Dex. “Everyone, keep an eye out. Remember to signal if there is any action,

A moment later, another transmission cuts through.

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ther three give similar responses.

ig growly wolf gave me an irritated took. Sigrid takes a step towards menandrdrbobot my eyes at him.

t get pissy. I don’t want Fe. He’s all yours if you ever get the balls to actain him.”

urns away, looking out into the building. “When should we move???”

1. y. Okay then.

on as the moon rises, as we specified. We need to make it lodhokabal.”

aps the gods will favor us, and we can make it real white tu zitching the traitor.”

see,” Il reply.

up into the sky. We have about fifteen minutes ledeth the weight settle in my gut, the familiar churn of instinct. I know this is is

lazam. Or someone in his pack, but we need prpanof.

look the Gothic cathedral–style building. Ththe grey carvings on the stone, the ornate, rich window, and the twelve–foot irone vere as much a prison as any cell. I lived and died inside those walls, paid in silence, in sanity, in pride and blood for the life fi

‘he one I never wanted.

ill approach through the teaching chenumbers, which are empty at night, and through there we will reach the armory,” sayay

okay?” Sigrid asks

! ahead.

it I have to be

Ready to get thishovor with.”

steps close to me, hisovide lowering. “You’ve gone pale.”

‘t eat much filtre peply non–commitally.

HOME KOVINE VRY shough he does not sound like he believes me.

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que vand closer we get, the harder it becomes to breathe. The darker the rage brews tr

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