Celeste was injured.

Her shoulder had been grazed by shrapnel, leaving a raw, jagged wound that tore away a chunk of flesh.

Already weakened by the wound on her arm from Vivian's earlier attack, this new injury made it impossible for her to lift her left arm at all. She gritted her teeth and kept driving, forcing herself to stay focused until she reached the safe house nearby.

The room was cloaked in darkness.

She flicked on the dim light in the bedroom, shut the ...