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instruments. The drugs that would block her ability. The blood. The torture. “These people are—”
    “We’re planning a diversion.”
    “ We ?”
    “My brother is an Iron Guild warrior. And your sister is helping too.”
    He blinked, not sure he’d heard her correctly. “Olivia? She’s involved in this?”
    “Yes, but I’ll explain everything later. What time do you usually leave to go back to the Institute?”
    “Not until sundown,” he heard himself say.
    “And you’re here every day?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay, good. When you see another daisy chain on the tracks, that means we’re ready to go, so keep watching for it. Might be tomorrow. Might be the day after. But either way, I’ll be waiting in the woods for you.”
    “Zara, no,” he hissed. “I won’t put you at risk.”
    “Trust me, Vince. I know what I’m doing.”
    Palmer yelled at him again. “Crawford!”
    “Please,” she said. “You have to go, but I’ll be back for you.”
    The air around him shifted, and a few petals from the daisy chain he held fluttered to the ground.
    She was gone.

Chapter Four
    Z ara stood in the shadows at the edge of the forest, trying not to fidget, but the bolt cutters she held were heavy. To keep them from slipping from her sweaty palms, she kept switching hands and wiping them on her jeans.
    These past few days had been pure agony for her. She’d called in sick to work as there was no way she’d be able to concentrate while Asher was making the necessary arrangements. He’d tried to get her to wait until he could assemble a bigger team, but she’d refused. Said she’d do it alone if she had to. In the end, it was just him and another Iron Guild warrior, a guy named Toryn who apparently was good with explosives. Olivia had stayed back at the house with Darius.
    Vince was in a group of prisoners off to her right about a hundred feet away, and the man he’d called Palmer was pacing and barking out orders to them. He held a rifle in one hand and a leash in the other.
    Holy Fates. The dog was the size of a small horse.
    She wasn’t cloaked. Not yet. She needed to conserve her strength in order to hide both of them if the need arose.
    Asher and Toryn were on the other side of the tracks somewhere, maybe a quarter of a mile away. The plan was for them to create a diversion, giving her and Vince time to escape.
    She peered around the tree again. Vince was still wielding a shovel and scooping gravel. Had he truly not seen the flowers? They’d been sitting on the tracks for almost half an hour.
    Damn it, Vince. Look up.
    Maybe she’d placed them too far down.
    She glanced to her left and noticed that the sunset had turned the sky into beautiful shades of blue, pink and purple. Was there a glare that prevented him from seeing the flowers? Crap. She hadn’t considered that. He’d told her they usually left at sundown, which meant there wasn’t much time.
    He hadn’t changed his mind, had he?
    A moment of panic seized her as she thought back to another time and place when he hadn’t come and she’d been left waiting with a broken heart.
    She shoved those thoughts from her head. Contrary to what she’d assumed, Vince had had no choice back then. Not like he did now. He would come.
    He appeared to be arguing with Palmer now. Then, after several long, tense moments, he angrily tossed down his shovel and strode slowly in her direction, slightly hunched over.
    Finally!
    He put a hand on the back of one of the other prisoners as he passed by, like he was weak and needed the support. A ruse, she was certain of it. With the chain that was attached to his ankle looped in one hand, he acted as if it weighed several hundred pounds. Palmer clearly wasn't happy given his wild gestures, but Vince ignored him and continued his slow approach. Soon enough, the other man turned away and began yelling at someone else.
    Even now, she could hardly believe that she'd found Vince.
    After learning about the Institute, she’d