Page 158 of Broken Oath

Close enough to know her eyes were gray.

His pulse struck harder than it should have.

“Who are you?”

The woman studied him.

“Someone who should have come sooner.”

“That isn’t a name.”

“No.”

“You know mine.”

“Yes.”

“You know my team.”

Pain moved through her eyes.

“Yes.”

“You knew about the mountain.”

Her jaw tightened.

“I tried to warn you.”

“I know.”

That surprised her.

Only slightly.

But the reaction was there.

“Fathom recovered your message,” Rook continued. “Someone deleted it before it reached me.”

The woman looked away.

Just for a second.

Rook understood why.

For months, she had blamed herself because her warning failed.

She didn’t know he had finally received it.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he said.

Her gaze snapped back to his.

The words hung between them.

Quiet.

Personal.