"Pissed" doesn't even begin to cover it. She's furious, more angry than she can remember being. With him, for getting her into this mess, for getting her shot at, for hiding things and for lying. With herself, for taking everything at face value, for trusting.

She's so mad--and hurt, and betrayed, and afraid--that she's not sure she ever wants to see him again after they get out of this. And in spite of all that, his smile never takes proper root, and her heart breaks anew at the sight.

She still loves him, so much. None of this has blunted that in the least, and she doesn't know how to reconcile the rest with this.

Rachel breathes past the tightness in her chest, tugging her phone back out of her pocket wordlessly as they walk. "Shouldn't be too much further now," she says, studying the map she'd pulled up in the car."