Theron's pov

Henry's words replayed in my head over and over again.

Felicity. The southern border. A rogue.

Wow. All these right under my nose? No wonder she has been getting so audacious.

I sat in silence, staring at him as if the air between us would shift and reveal this to be some twisted jest. But Henry’s face was calm and earnest and told me otherwise.

“How long ago was she sighted?” I asked, my voice low, almost a growl.

Henry straightened his shoulders, meeting my eyes. “A ...