“That is enough time,” Rowan said.

He reached across the gap between the seats and placed his hand over mine.

His skin was cold, but his grip was firm.

“We are going to finish this tonight, Maren,” he said.

“I know,” I said.

The twins fell quiet, watching the rain streak across the tinted windows.

We drove through the iron gates of the medical compound, the guards at the gatehouse already gone.

The building stood tall and dark against the stormy sky.

Our long nightmare was not over yet, but we were finally together.

And we were ready.