Knox leaned over, eyes flicking from the word to my face.
“Falcon City?” he asked.
I nodded.
His gaze stayed on me a moment longer, thoughtful.
“You’re not trying to orient yourself,” he said. “You’re trying to figure out where the other omegas are.”
I nodded again.
Silas let out a low whistle. “Finally,” he muttered. “You’ve been carrying this around in your head the whole time, haven’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
“Get her a city map, Silas,” Knox said. “A detailed one.”
Silas glanced between us, his energy buzzing, then nodded, “Yeah. Okay. Let’s see what you got, little mute.”
After a moment, he brought back a worn, folded map of Falcon City. I pulled it toward me and spread it across the table.
The second my eyes touched it, the room fell away.
I didn’t search the map. I overlaid it.
Images surfaced effortlessly.
Through a slip in my blindfold, I’d glimpsed a narrow street called Maple. Once I overheard a guard complaining about a long drive and bad roads on his way to an omega's location. He had also muttered about power outages in an adjacent district. Marco’s voice, careless, talking about rotating locations and different guard schedules. So many details came to my mind.
My pen moved.
One mark.
Then another.
I paused, breath shallow, adjusting one point slightly. That felt right. The pressure in my chest eased.
Then the rest came quickly.
Third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
And more.
There were twenty other omegas, but I would need more intel to find the rest. More pieces before all of their locations could take shape. But at least now I could offer something solid.
Seven locations I felt relatively sure contained an omega. Or used to, at least.
The pen circled each point again, firmer this time.
Knox tracked every movement, searching the map. “She’s not guessing,” he whispered.
Silas leaned over my shoulder, studying the locations I had circled. “No,” he said. “She’s solving it the same way she does those damn puzzles.”
I nodded once.
