Iyisha paced the length of the room like a trapped thing.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Her boots thudded softly against the floor, the sound doing nothing to calm the heat boiling under her skin. She dragged her hands through her hair, breath sharp, chest tight, disbelief crashing into anger over and over again.
She couldn't fucking believe it.
They were using Malcolm like he was replaceable. Like he was just another tool to be picked up and sent out again the moment things got hard. He had barely survived the last run. Barely made it back alive. And everyone knew it. Everyone knew that only two of them had come back.
Two.
Her steps slowed, then stopped.
No.
She wasn't going to sit with this.
Iyisha grabbed her coat and pushed out of the room, jaw set, heart pounding with a resolve that burned hotter than fear.
People pointed where he is.
The stables were alive when she reached them.
