Zeke's POV
I never thought I'd work with Ronan Voss—the man who once tried to kill me. But here we were, two broken men on a task that might get us both killed.
"You sure about this?" I asked, crouching beside him in the dark of the forest. The moon hung low, casting just enough light to see the way ahead.
Ronan checked his weapons one last time. "No. But Sienna needs this information."
My sister. The sister I'd spent years hunting, thinking she was a monster. Now I knew the truth—I was the one who'd been used.
"Let's move," I said, pulling my coat lower. "Temple should be just over that ridge."
We ran in silence, two shapes moving through the trees. The Midnight Syndicate had taught us both well, though in different ways. Me, they'd turned into a weapon against my own blood. Ronan, they'd twisted into an assassin.
Now we were using those skills against them.