"Where's Rhys?" I ask as Petra came through the broken shelter door breathing hard.
I was on my feet before she answered, "Outside. He and Reid are on the eastern field."
So Reid's back. Thank God.
One of the younger fighters pushed the damaged shelter door farther closed behind Petra. "What about the smoke?"
Petra looked at him, then at me. "That's why I came back."
The fighting inside the house had quieted, but we could still hear what was happening outside. The shouting, radios, and the occasional gunshot.
I could feel Rhys through the bond too. He was alive. That was the first thing I checked every few seconds now.
Petra motioned toward the stairs. "I have to show you something."
The younger fighters immediately started moving with us and we went upstairs and saw that the east hall was a mess.
