Back Rogue
Chapters (67)
  1. Back Cover Text
  2. Booklist
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Part I
  7. Garret
  8. Dante
  9. Ember
  10. Cobalt
  11. Garret
  12. Ember
  13. Riley
  14. Ember
  15. Garret
  16. Part II
  17. Cobalt
  18. Garret
  19. Dante
  20. Ember
  21. Riley
  22. Ember
  23. Garret
  24. Cobalt
  25. Ember
  26. Dante
  27. Riley
  28. Ember
  29. Riley
  30. Garret
  31. Riley
  32. Ember
  33. Garret
  34. Riley
  35. Dante
  36. Part III
  37. Ember
  38. Riley
  39. Garret
  40. Riley
  41. Ember
  42. Riley
  43. Cobalt
  44. Ember
  45. Garret
  46. Ember
  47. Garret
  48. Riley
  49. Ember
  50. Riley
  51. Ember
  52. Riley
  53. Ember
  54. Riley
  55. Ember
  56. Garret
  57. Riley
  58. Cobalt
  59. Ember
  60. Dante
  61. Ember
  62. Epilogue
  63. Dante
  64. Acknowledgments
  65. Questions for Discussion
  66. Excerpt
  67. Copyright

He whirled with a back elbow at my face. I shifted, letting it graze my cheek, then drove my foot into the side of his knee. There was a pop, and his leg crumpled beneath him. As he hit the floor with a howl of pain, I snaked one arm around his throat and braced the back of his neck with the other. He thrashed, beating at my arms, trying to loosen the grip on his neck, but I set my jaw and didn’t move, counting down the seconds. At eight and a half, with no blood carrying oxygen to his brain, he shuddered and went limp in my arms.

I held him there a few seconds longer before I relaxed and let the body slump to the floor. One soldier down. But his partner, probably the sniper himself, had to be close—

A shot rang out in front of me.

I jerked, tensing to attack, then froze. Ember, wide-eyed and pale, stood at the top of the steps, a smoking pistol pointed at the ceiling behind me. Heart in my throat, I turned as a body dropped from the attic stairs and hit the floor with a thud.

A small hole pierced his forehead, right above his eyes, a near perfect head shot. Blood trickled down his face, over the bridge of his nose toward his mouth, open in surprise. One limp hand clutched his sidearm, a gloved finger still curled around the trigger.

Ember gave a tiny gasp and lowered her weapon. “I—I saw him through the hole,” she whispered, sounding dazed. Her arm trembled as she gestured weakly at the attic steps. “He had his gun out…pointed at your back. I didn’t know what else to do.”

She was shaking, eyes glassy as she stared at the body on the floor, as if waiting for it to move. When it didn’t, she looked up at me, almost pleading. “Did I…? Is he…?”

I blew out a long breath, closing my eyes. “He’s dead.” Painfully, I bent to retrieve my weapon, reluctant to glance at the fallen soldier, in case it was someone I knew. Rising, I checked the firearm out of habit, feeling aches from new bruises start to bloom along my body. My head throbbed, and my neck and back were sore from where I was slammed against the wall. But I was still alive.