Chapter 282

• -Beth
• Time felt like it was moving slower than molasses. Every tick of the clock in Zade’s office grated on my already fraying nerves. Two hours, he said. They’d be gone for two hours. Maybe more.
• I sat curled up on the leather couch, pretending to read while Zade and Roman went through the plans again. Coordinates, positions, exit routes—it was like a symphony of chaos they both understood intimately. I understood too, but this time was different.