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PROLOGUE

Rachel

The banging on my hotel door takes a moment to penetrate I’m not sure if it’s because I’m four shots of bourbon past the pleasantly buzzed state, or because I’uilt

After stepping out of the shower, I ignorehair and wrap a fluffy white towel around ht ar

The banging continues, and I yell grumpily as I make my way across the spacious luxury hotel rooht”

I stops, but I kneould Bodie Wright is the only person who knows this is my room, and I left strict instructions with the front desk I wasn’t to be disturbed for anything

I unlock the door and swing it open so fast I take a stu step back I nor on twenty-four hours without food and more than that without sleep

“What?” I snarl as he steps into ood half a foot or so I can tell he’s had a shower because he sood and his short, dark hair is wet

Bodie’s eyes immediately drop to roove caused by a bullet that grazed me

“It’s fine,” I mumble

“Figures,” he replies dryly as he walks over to o e checked in With casual ease, he retrieves the IFAK—individual first aid kit—and pulls out soauze and tape This is the second time Bodie has treated my wound—the first time hile we sped away on a Syrian boat down the coast to Tripoli The IFAK can treat anything fro chest wound He’d usedin our teammate Jorah left that he could slap a quick covering on

It wasn’t the first time I’d been shot at, but it was the first time that a bullet had hit me and I didn’t even feel any pain I was so amped on adrenaline and fear because of Joram’s wound that I hadn’t even known I’d been hit, until Bodie started working on ot Joraiven the circumstances

We ed extraction point From there, Stan, our pilot, flew us to Cypress on an MV22 Osprey that Kynan soh CIA contacts and favors owed