#Chapter 258: Die Trying

Agnes And so the plan was set. Tonight, at midnight, I would approach the facility with Thea—just the two of us, alone in the darkness. Richard had spent the afternoon rallying his pack warriors, and they would wait with Elijah in the forest surrounding the facility. They’d wait for my signal to say I’d handled my stepmother, then the warriors would enter the facility, subdue any aggressors, and handle the rest. If I didn’t give the signal within half an hour, they’d attack anyway. So… no pressure or anything. The sun had set an hour ago, and now I was sitting on the edge of the bed in Richard’s guest room, staring at my hands. In just a few hours, I’d be walking into what could very well be a trap, with my eight-year-old daughter by my side. The thought made me want to vomit. Elijah emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower. He’d been quiet all afternoon, ever since we’d finalized the details of the plan and Richard had sent a