Chapter 80

• My breath caught as the iron gates groaned, a low electric buzz sliding up my spine when they unlocked for us. Wolf Cove had nothing like this. At home, we had trees, moon-soaked moss, and dirt roads that sang under our paws—not concrete and steel that smelled like old storms.
• The moment Zane sped through, a towering checkpoint forced him to brake hard. He pulled out a thick envelope, one I instantly recognized. Jace had mentioned something about it last night, but it was only now that the memory snapped back.
• Of course. That stupid envelope again.