Chapter 341: Thursday. Nour Delivery Service, Damascus, Syria.

VARA GRIPPED THE WHEEL, grateful for these moments alone. She'd always known an end was coming. She wasn't going to live in Syria. This wasn't her home. But she hadn't been prepared to leave. There were people who depended on her routes for medicine and goods at a fair price.

Where would they get what they needed from now on?

What about the women Vara helped? The ones she got to safety? Who would help them?

Wyatt's betrayal hurt, but not as bad as she'd expected it might. Deep down she'd always known she could never fully trust the men she employed. Today only proved that her gut was right.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered under her breath.

Her men.

She needed to call her other team still in Lebanon.

Vara pulled out the phone she'd slipped from their captive before Alec had booted him out the truck. She dialed the number by memory and pressed it to her ear.

It rang several times.

"Hello?" a man answered.

"It's Vara." Her voice was cold. She had to be.