Chapter 339: Thursday. Nour Delivery Service, Damascus, Syria.

THIS WAS ALL WRONG. It couldn't be happening.

Vara was prepared for the Russians to go after her. She'd known she was at risk from both the Syrian government and rebel groups should anyone connect her to the CIA.

The last thing she'd expected was for her own people-other Americans-to turn on her.

She stared across the truck at Wyatt, who wouldn't look at her. Because he knew he was a traitor? If not to his country then to her. The person who'd gone to bat for him, who'd given him a job who'd been on his side. What was that worth these days? Clearly nothing.

The truck came to a stop inside Rafat's warehouse and both she and Alec were guided out to stand in the loading area at the very back of the building up against a wall. Rafat's other men drew away from them, giving them a wide berth.

"What the hell?" Vara whispered, still staring at Wyatt.

Wyatt continued to look elsewhere. At Alec. At Rafat's men. His gun. He finally glanced down the long hall that led toward Rafat's ground f