Chapter 421: Friday. Soweto, South Africa.

MIA HELD TIGHT to Patrick and James, her heart pounding against her ribs.

This was not what they'd discussed. This was not the plan.

The hours ticked by. The shed grew hotter, the boy's skin was sticky with sweat. They'd stopped asking her questions, which was a relief. It wasn't like she could explain what the plan had been to them without incriminating herself.

The less she said the better. She knew she was going down. Whatever Luke was doing, someone had to take the fall, and she still owed him. Hell, she deserved to go down for what she'd done to Cane.

She bent her head and kissed the top of James' head. He was the same age as her oldest, and it was easy to envision herself sitting in the dark with her own babies trapped in this nightmare.

"Someone's coming," Patrick whispered.

"Stand. Come on." Mia pushed to her feet, helping both boys up.

She took their hands, holding on tight, and stared at the line of light under the door.

First one shadow bisected the line then anothe