Chapter 106

My eyes widen in surprise, there’s no way they know I’m part of the mission team. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dante’s finger flexing around the rifle’s trigger. As carefully as I can, I reach forward to grip the back of his shirt, tugging him back, a silent warning to help him calm down. It seems to work.

“Let them go,” Noah hisses, his shoulders tense as he aims his gun slowly toward the village chief.

“Those weren’t my orders,” the chief replies smoothly, in his thick South Asian accent. “I was told to talk only to Jean Atwood and I’m sure that’s not you.”

Ever so slowly, Dante inches sideways to block me from the enemy’s view. My grip on his shirt tightens, in fear of what’s about to come.

“If she’s not here, my orders are to kill them all.” There’s a glint in the chief’s eyes, something akin to amusement, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

I can’t let him kill all of these innocents. Slowly, I pull away from Dante, but he senses my movements, he knows what I’m about to do