Page 39 of Tag (The Golden Team #9)

We moved fast.

Packed only what we could carry. Destroyed the rest.

I didn’t look back when the cabin faded into the trees behind us.

Kaylie rode in the backseat, groggy but stable. I watched her in the rearview mirror—pale, but alive.

That was enough.

For now.

Tag drove with the kind of focus that made me forget he was even human. His jaw was tight, his hands steady. But I saw the ghost of Sable in his eyes.

“What happened between you two?” I asked softly.

He didn’t look at me. “Once? We were allies. Briefly. She saved my life. And I repaid her by walking away from the program she never could. She wanted me to join the program with her. She let the money drive her.”

“Why?”

He did glance at me then. “Because I still had a soul.”

That silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was loaded. With the past. With the question neither of us wanted to say out loud:

How do you fight someone who knows all your moves?