Gideon didn’t answer. His eyes weren’t on me.
They were fixed on the figure at my side—wide, unblinking, full of something I’d never seen on his face before.
“How…” Gideon swallowed.
Above us shot a Black Hawk helicopter armed with missiles. It aimed them directly at the ferals.
A split second warning, then – release.
Then the alarms screamed louder, and everything went to hell.
Chapter 50
Seph
I had never seen a person move so efficiently.
Within seconds of the alarm, Marr’s files were packed. Techs were packaging up vials like they were just pieces of furniture.
Not like it was my blood at all.
“Pack the tank first. We’ll put Persephone on the gurney,” Marr snapped, his voice seething with irritation. A tech pressed a button, and the tank holding Echo closed like a storage box. “Pack them both up and take them to the transport.”
“No! Echo!” I screamed. Her eyes were fixed on me as a silver plate slid into place, hiding her from view. She was lifted from the base and carried out of the room, Marr walking beside her.
“Echo!”
I felt her panic spike through our bond—sharp, thin, breaking.
In my hand, I still gripped the scalpel she had given me. I cut my bindings in an instant. When one of the techs grabbed for me, I lashed out, slicing the woman across the face.
Blood poured from the wound. She screamed, stumbling back.
I cut my other hand free, my own blood dripping down my palm. I ripped the tubes from my arms in a burst, fluid spilling across the floor.
Another tech lunged for me, but I charged her like a linebacker, knocking her flat.
“Echo!” I yelled, staggering from the room. I waved the blade wildly, hoping to hit someone.
My vision was murky, but my gloves were gone. Someone tried to grab me. I drained her in an instant.
She hit the ground with a dull thump.
The power hit me like a scream—too much, too fast. I vomited on to the ground.
The ground rumbled suddenly, like an explosion tearing through the structure. Chunks of wall fell around me. The screams—
Those horrible screams.
Smoke flooded the corridors. I had to get out.
“Echo…”
The word came out broken.
Tunnels branched in every direction. No signs. No markings. Just concrete and alarms.
Where is she? Where—
