Cassian Thorne

“Less than a kilometer,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Turn off all the lights. In the next five minutes, we’re going over the speed limit, then we block the road and ambush directly. If you see anyone—shoot. Kill the lights.”

“Roger that!”

More than a dozen cars turned off their lights simultaneously. We kept moving in silence, guided only by moonlight and the reflection of cold snow.

Less than a minute later, my phone showed Kael Draven’s location as ...