True Traitor (First Wave Book 7)
been able to escape.
    She was just formulating her own escape plan when the door flew open and Tara leaned in, looking at Leif.
    “You need to get out there. We got too many early campers and hikers out there, and we’re both needed,” Tara said, sounding a little stressed.
    Leif’s eyes widened and he threw his hands in the air, gesturing to True.
    “What the hell am I supposed to do with her? She’ll burn the place down the second we shut the door!”
    Tara looked at True for a second before grinning.
    “Bring her along. She might be able to help.”
    Leif sputtered and looked at Tara like she’d been huffing bat guano in one of the caves.
    “Have you lost your mind completely?” he asked whispered through gritted teeth.
    True sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.
    “I can hear you, Prince of Fuck-tardia,” she said.
    Leif turned to her with a dark look.
    “Ha ha, yeah you stopped being amusing when you set my dick on fire. Besides, I wasn’t talking to you,” Leif said. He knew his retort was childish, but he couldn’t stop himself.
    Tara shook her head at him.
    “Man, you really know how to charm them. I’d be all over some of that—” she began before Leif interrupted.
    “You have to call someone else,” he said.
    Tara stepped into the room and True got a good look at her slicked back hair, makeup-free face and the dark suit and shoes she was wearing. The dark sunglasses perched on her head completed the look, and True burst out laughing.
    “You guys are taking this a little too far, don’t you think?” True asked with a grin.
    Tara ignored her and turned to Leif.
    “She’ll stay with you because she wants back in here to get her people. That won’t happen if she runs from you. She’ll help you out there because she doesn’t want the humans hurt any more than we do. Besides, it’ll prove to her that you aren’t lying and maybe she’ll eventually give you back your man card. Here, this should fit. I’ll meet you outside in five,” Tara said before handing him a dry cleaning bag and a few boxes.
    Leif took the items then watched in shock as Tara left and shut the door behind her. He looked at the items in his hands in mute amazement before True stomped over to him, snatched them out of his hands, and dumped them on the bed.
    She tore into everything and giggled as she looked at the suit, tie, shoes, and sunglasses. True put her hands on the hem of her shirt before she cocked her head at Leif and narrowed her eyes.
    “I wouldn’t recommend you watching . . . I once played ‘burning man’ with a Relian for scuffing my boot during a fight . . .” True let her voice trail off as he turned his back and ran across the room to his closet, busying himself picking his own clothes.
    Four minutes later they were facing each other in the room—he smiling broadly at her and she staring at him with narrowed eyes as he used gel to slick back his hair. True followed him as he opened the door and headed down a tunnel.
    She tried to find something familiar that she’d seen while flipping through the vids, but everything looked the same. How these people knew their way around was a mystery to her. She felt like a rat in a maze.
    After what seemed like endless look-alike tunnels, they finally opened up to a garage area like the one she’d seen earlier. This one had three black SUVs left, and Tara was standing beside one of them with the keys in her hand.
    Tara took one look at True and laughed.
    “Girl, you have to do something about that hair! You definitely stand out way too much!”
    Leif stared at her with his mouth open and flipped his hands up as if in surrender.
    “This was your damn idea!” he said with irritation.
    Tara snorted and shook her head.
    “Men! Here,” Tara said as she handed a few hair items to True.
    True used the gel to slick back her hair, and then braided it tightly before dropping the long braid down the back of the suit. In the dark, the humans wouldn’t notice

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