Dawn locked in the back of his truck. Dwayne's out cold-looks like he took a nasty

yes, feigning shock. "

em," Frank said, watching her fa

ing to protect my baby. He was hurting Cason. I didn't m

wardly. "Don't you worry, Mrs. Richmond. Nobody's buying Dawn's story

tear away, her face instan

old me. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Kaitlynn.

tor." She manag

p, his breathing deep and even. Paige was curled up on the c

ark forest. The silence pressed in on her, ampli

ing them over like puzzle pieces. Sweetw

the original Kaitlynn's memories, but from somewhere else.

studying cartel intelligence. She searched for the keywords, letting her mind drift

n, it c

dacted, and dusty

the scenes, pulling strings to destabilize governments and control populations. The file

she remembered the name of the man who was supposed to b

gure in the shadow world. A man whose ruthlessness would become legend, but

but the file had mentioned a small tow

water

an aunt. A greedy, abus

a

. Her heart stopped, then star

l boy sleeping in the hospital bed. The boy with the bruised face and the ban

Rich

the Hive. The most dang

as torn from her throat, raw an

for creating a monster. The original Kaitlynn's death hadn't been an accident; it ha

hat script. She was the

survive. She was standing at the precipice of a nightmare. If she did nothing, Cason wo

not let th

was being swallowed by something stronger. Rage. Determination

ing face. Even in sleep, his brow was furrowed, as if he wer

e tear away with her thumb. Her touch wa

re what the script says. I'm rewriting it. You hear me, Cason? You're my son n