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down the line of men and women assembled at the main gate of StoneCrow Estates as the memory of the last time she’d seen Remy faded.  She couldn’t stop thinking of his declaration, of the words he’d said and what they’d meant.  Ever yours.   Could it be true?  With the Estate embroiled in battle, there’d been no time for a proper courting.  Everything had happened so fast, just as it was often wont to do in Harlow’s life.  When her brother Mason found her, she’d been hauled off by Walker Sentries and her world had changed that fast.  And when Remy McCabe decided she was his Angel, he declared his love and made his vows, and again her life had changed that fast. 
    She eyed the devastation surrounding them and, for the thousandth time since they’d been attacked, she was disappointed in herself.  It left a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach that was so bright it dried her throat and had tears pricking the backs of her eyes.  She should have done more, she should have done better .  Part of her wondered if it was because she’d been so distracted by Remy that she’d been so unlike herself over the past few months.  During training she’d let David bully her, and right now she hated herself for it.  It wasn’t like her.  She’d grown up a fighter, but she hadn’t fought back against David, and she finally understood why.  She’d been so focused on learning the Walker way of combat—of impressing Remy—that she’d stopped trusting herself.  She’d tried so hard to be like Beth and Nyree—the only two other female Sentries she’d encountered—she’d completely ignored the fact that, while she didn’t know an ounce of martial arts, or have any real combat training, she at least was schooled in throwing a damn punch.  And yet she hadn’t.  No, David had bullied her and, like a fool, she’d met him on his terms, determined to beat him like a Walker would beat him. That was the problem.  She wasn’t a Walker.  Hell, she wasn’t even a Sentry yet, and she’d tried her damnedest to be better at Sentry combat than a man who’d trained with Remy for God knows how long. She’d begged Mason to let her be a soldier, and vowed to Remy to be as good as any other, but that hadn’t been the case.  Instead of being an asset to the team, she’d wound up being a detriment.  Remy wasted precious time and energy rescuing her, and while she was grateful for it, she was also humiliated by it.  The first time David challenged her she should have trusted herself and punched him out. Then, there was a good chance none of them would be in this mess. 
    Some fucking fighter!    
    It was obvious now that David was linked to the Megalya, and that the attack was incited, or at least advanced, by David’s expulsion from StoneCrow.  And that was her fault.  Remy had forced David out over his treatment of her, and everyone at StoneCrow had paid.
    Lifting sad eyes, she glanced at the Walkers to either side of her, and the line of men and women, both Walkers and human staff, as they toiled together to rebuild what was lost. Did they know this was all her fault?  Her heart contracted painfully.
    “Why so glum, sister?”
    Recognizing Mason’s thick English accent, she looked up.  Her brother was dressed in black BDUs, the first time she’d seen him in anything other than an expensive business suit. Smiling weakly, she deflected. “Looking good, Mace.  What’s up?” 
    His wane smile slipped, and she stilled, then whispered “Excuse me” and stepped out of line.  “What?”
    Mason frowned.  “Tyce would like to speak with you.”
    “Tyce?  Who’s Tyce?”
    “He’s the Dominant at Apex, our sister compound.  He’s here to take temporary control.  They’re trying to weed through what happened, and all of Commander McCabe’s Sentries and trainees, except for you, are out hunting for our missing Walkers and Fatal’s Keeper.  You’re the only one still on the grounds who