Page 157 of Cara

Bo chokes on his. “Whatdid you say?”

“This is my fight.”

He’s visibly appalled. “No, it’s not!”

“He’s my husband. He’s alive, Bo. He has tobe.”

“That tracker is on hisbody, Sophie. He doesn’t need to be alive for it to work!”

“He’s alive.”

I’ll say it as many times as I need to for it to be true.

He seizes my shoulders, imploring me to listen. “He saved you to get Isabella to safety, Sophie.”

“That’s why you’ll take her.”

“Me?”

“She trusts you. She’s known you her whole life. Get on a plane. Get her out of here and away from us until we end this. She’s safer with you than anyone else. Even me.”

“Sophie—”

I grab him, forcing him to see the desperation that would never fail me. “Iwillfind him.”

A look of disgust tightens in his eyes. “This issuicide.”

Maybe it is. Maybe I prefer it to a life without him.

“You said you understood,” I bite back. “You saw us. You were the one who put me on that damn plane in the first place. I didn’t fight you back then, but I will now. I will fight for that man, and I willwin.”

His eyes widen as he stares into my implacable gaze. “This is insane.”

My tears have dried. That flashing red tracker has revived a hope I shouldn’t feel. “I need weapons, Bo. Clothing. Money. His passport. Can you get them?”

Stunned and struggling to grasp what I just laid at our feet, he nods slowly. “Sophie…”

Before he can argue further, I return to the bathroom for Isabella, putting an end to the discussion.

Bo deposits an arsenal onto the mattress, watching as I strap various weapons to the harness secured to my chest. There arecompartments for fighting knives, ammunition that I pour into my jacket pocket, a silencer, and diverse guns that I stuff into the holster. None of it could possibly be enough, but I keep arming myself, fighting past the strangling sensation in my chest that just wants to leave.

Every second here is one wasted.

“Did she fall asleep?” Bo asks, referring to Isabella, who I tucked into bed fifteen minutes ago.

“No, she’s quiet, though.”

After a shower and a change of clothes, I shouldn’t attract attention. I take a deep breath and shake my head. “I'm trying not to think about what they’re doing to him.”

“Sophie…”

There’s no hope in his voice. It enrages me beyond words, as I’m not willing to accept any other option. As long as he’s still breathing, I can reach him. If I’ve accomplished anything in my life, it’s that I’ve trained for this very moment.

“He’d do this for any of us,” I snap.

“I know it.”

“He deservesnothingless than this!”