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trembling with exhaustion. Some nights I wouldn’t even make it to my pallet in the corner. I’d fall asleep on the floor in a puddle of my own sweat and wake up in the morning stiff, sticky, and so sore I could barely breathe.
    But that was okay. There was no one there to judge or expect anything of me. It was just me, my pain, my mission, and whatever it took to keep going.
    I learned to be grateful for that, to be content with the simple, spare existence left behind after everything but hate was cut away.
    And now Danny is here, looking beautiful and sad, smelling the way he smells, shitting all over my focus with his gentle voice and his determined words and the way he looks at me like all he wants in the world is to hold me.
    “Are you going to talk?” I snap as I reach between the seats and grab my backpack off of the floor. “I thought that was the reason you were here.”
    “I’m not in any big hurry,” he says smoothly, unruffled by my flash of temper. “I’d like to see you shoot first. That’s why we’re here, right? So you can try out the gun you bought last night.”
    I stiffen. “If Carlos had seen you, you could have gotten us both killed. I was told to come alone and he isn’t the kind of man who tolerates people disobeying orders.”
    “Obviously, but he didn’t see me. Neither did you and I’d been following you for the better part of two days,” he says. “I’m better at sneaking around than you are. Which is one of the reasons you need me.”
    “I don’t need to be good at sneaking around. I just need to be in the right place at the right time and have enough ammunition.” I lift my chin and meet his gaze, trying not to think about how familiar his green eyes are. As familiar as my old face in the mirror, back before Todd and his friends put my metamorphosis into motion. “You might as well save your breath. I’m not going to change my mind.”
    Danny shrugs, one of those shrugs that could mean anything or nothing, and reaches for the door handle. “Let’s go shoot something. Maybe you’ll feel like listening after.”
    Barely suppressing a growl of frustration, I swing out of the car and slam the door behind me, leading the way down the trail twisting into the jungle without looking back to see if Danny is following. I know he is, just as I know it will be hell to get rid of him if he doesn’t want to go. He’s the only person I’ve ever met more stubborn than I am.
    Or more stubborn than I used to be, anyway.
    He might be surprised how far I’ll go to get my point across now. I don’t want to have to frighten him away, but if he leaves me no choice…
    I take a deep breath and quicken my pace, not wanting to go there just yet.
    According to my research, there’s a shallow canyon at the end of the trail, tucked behind the old airstrip. In the forties, before the Costa Rican military was disbanded, the army used to test weapons out there.
    Local gossip holds that the ground is poisoned with old biological warfare agents. The canyon is supposedly still beautiful, but the locals avoid it, and since it’s on the flight path of commercial planes, the drug lords do the same. Someone might notice a few acres of weed growing out in the middle of nowhere, but the foliage should make sure no one notices one woman down between the rocks shooting shit.
    There are no monkeys hanging from the trees pressing in on the trail, but as we get closer to the canyon, the call of toucans and the other tropical birds makes it feel like we’re a thousand miles from civilization. Just around a turn, a scarlet flash flutters across the trail as a parrot lands on a low limb and fans its wings wide, stretching in the morning sun.
    Danny pauses behind me, grunting softly as the bird squawks down at us from above.
    Even I—as focused on the destination, not the journey, as I am—can’t keep from stopping to admire the creature for a moment. I’ve never seen anything like it outside of a zoo or a