Annie whispered. Her face was pressed against Evan’s chest. He seemed older now, less like an adolescent. His time in Grand Central had aged him, just as it had done to her and so many others.“Wait,” Clarissa said, when Emily started to go back inside. “Make sure it’s over.”“I’m not waiting anymore,” Emily said. “Mason might need me.”“He needs you safe,” Clarissa argued, but she followed. Trent might need her. Jenna was close behind. And then, to her surprise—Clarissa saw that all of the women from the Tracks were following them back into the main terminal.They had to know what happened. All that gunfire—what did it mean?Who had won?The very real possibility that Colonel Lanche’s soldiers had overtaken the small Letliv army scared the fuck out of her.Don’t let Trent be dead, please God don’t let him be dead.They entered the battlefield that had formerly been the grand main terminal. Bodies were strewn everywhere.Lots of men were dead. Shot.Many weren’t wearing their uniform shirts—oh God, they died on Letliv’s side.
