"Holy fuck."
"What's happening?"
Malik had already been moving toward me before I could signal him to stay quiet and still. His foot caught a rake lying in the hay. The rake stumbled sideways and hit a shovel with a loud, ringing metallic clang that had absolutely no business existing in a barn we were supposed to be hiding in.
They heard that. Obviously they heard that.
I put my eye back to the gap in the wall. The crew outside had stopped moving. Riven was signalling something to Cael — a quiet, deliberate gesture that meant they had a plan already forming. And Zael was just staring directly at the barn, the kind of stare that didn't need to confirm anything because it had already arrived at its answer.
There goes our cover.
"It's Ren Mora." Zael crossed a wicked smile onto his face. "He's with a friend."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I turned to Malik. "We have to get out of here. Now."
"Now? We could just hold our position and protect ourselves instead of running—"
