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said.
    A new hysteria raged, a fear for himself. He was losing his fucking mind.
    Lowering his eyes to hide his traitorous emotions, Will growled, “How the hell should I know?”
    The man sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “I have several options at this point.”
    Will raised his head and glared.
    “We could do nothing with you and wait.” Kramer lowered his chin as his eyes pierced Will with cold disinterest. “I have no doubt she’ll come for you. It’s just a matter of how soon and what she’s capable of doing.” He grinned. “But why not extract information from you while we wait? Maybe after some coercion you can be persuaded to tell us more about her powers, and we’ll be more prepared.”
    The hair on the back of Will’s neck prickled. “No need to get hasty, Kramer. I’m sure we can reach some kind of understanding.”
    “You’ll actually mean that in a few more hours, Will. I’ll check in on you later and see if you’re more forthcoming then.”
    Kramer left the room as six armed men entered.
    Damn, this didn’t look good.
     
    ***
     
    Lush green scenery flew past her car window in a blur. There was no denying the beauty of the rolling hills and fertile pastures, but the images were like a reflection on moving water, blurry and out of focus. Her mind tunneled inward, barely acknowledging her surroundings.
    Her chest was so heavy she fought for every breath, desperation and despair filling her blood with their toxicity.
    Was it possible to die from grief?
    She’d come to her senses by the time the plane had landed at the small airport, but she didn’t fight Raphael when he led her down the steps of the plane onto the tarmac. Everything around her moved in slow motion, her reactions a second behind. A tiny part of her told her to run as she walked to the waiting car, but she ignored it. Will was dead and Raphael was her only chance to save Jake.
    She had to save Jake.
    The thought of him should have given her strength, fueled her need for vengeance. But she felt too desolate to find the energy to do anything but put one foot in front of the other and slide into the front seat.
    Will was dead. What did it matter who she was with?
    Raphael made a few attempts to talk to her, but his words were muffled. Emma leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes, trying to block out her new reality.
    She was completely alone.
    Raphael pulled through a remote-controlled iron gate and drove up the circular drive, stopping in front of massive wooden doors.
    “Welcome home, Emma.”
    A flicker of anger sparked and just as quickly died. Let him think what he wanted. She didn’t care.
    They walked into a two-story entry with a monstrosity of a chandelier hanging over their heads, and for a brief moment she wished it would fall, crushing her to the floor.
    Surely a quick death was a better alternative to slow suffocation.
    He showed her the house, which was a joke. Her mother’s house could fit in the living room. But she said nothing, following him like a zombie. A zombie in a bloody nightgown. She didn’t give a fuck about his house, but it would take too much effort to tell him. Instead, she put one foot in front of the other, which she realized she’d been doing her entire life anyway.
    Just one more day. Just one more minute, hanging on for dear life. For what? Before Jake, it was for the elusive hope that her life could be better. After Jake, it was because he was her entire world. The sun rose and set on loving and protecting that little boy. Her life could be broken down into four words: before and after Jake.
    Until Will.
    The burning in her throat threatened to ignite and burst into flames. Could she do that? Could she use her power to spontaneously combust?
    Raphael stopped in front of a partially open door. “This will be your room. For now.” He pushed it open to reveal a room with a bed covered in fluffy white linens. Two floor-to-ceiling windows featured a second-story view of an