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Leila Wentworth is out for blood. Her asset betrayed her on a mission in Afghanistan, killing two members of her team before disappearing into the mountains. Now he has resurfaced and she will do whatever it takes to bring him down. Jack Holmes is in Afghanistan on a mission of his own, but finds himself caught up in someone else’s battle, dodging double agents and falling rocks. He’s got his orders. He knows what to do. But rules were made to be broken…
There were voices. Faint, indistinct at first, but rapidly growing clearer. The comforting fog, in which she had been drifting, was lifting. There was light, but not much. And pain. A great deal of pain. A muffled groan escaped her lips.
Someone was at her side, peering into her face. “Ms. Wentworth? How are you feeling?”
She blinked, letting her eyes roll around to take in her surroundings. “Am I on a plane?” The words came out as a garbled, barely audible mess of overlapping syllables.
“You’re gonna be just fine, Ma’am,” said the pleasant female voice. It was a stranger. A nurse? “I need you to stay still, okay?”
Leila ignored the woman and made a feeble attempt to raise her head. Pain rang through her body and this time she cried out.
“Ma’am! Please stay still! You’ve sustained serious injuries and you’ve been heavily drugged. You can’t get up.”
READ MORELeila lay back down and took a shaky breath. “Am I on an airplane?” The words were still faint, but clear.
“Yes, Ma’am. We’re taking you home.”
For a moment Leila drew a blank, her mind consumed by the dull, constant pain and the woolly sensation in her mouth. Home? Home from where? And then she remembered. Kandahar. Fire, noise. Darkness. And Musa.
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