Russ checks the tunnel behind us.
More movement deeper inside.
More Sentinel teams closing in.
“We’re running out of time.”
“No,” Hannah says instantly.
Not looking away from Avery.
“No.”
The force behind that word stops everyone.
Even Wu watches carefully now.
Because Hannah Bowers is done being handled.
Done being controlled.
Done being broken quietly.
Avery suddenly grabs Hannah harder.
Panic flashes across her face.
“The red room.”
Hannah nods quickly.
“I know.”
“No—you don’t.” Avery coughs hard again. Blood stains her lips darker. “You have to remember where it is.”
Wu steps forward immediately.
Every weapon in the tunnel rises at once.
“Enough,” he says sharply.
Avery ignores him completely.
“You hid the list after Twelve died.”
My stomach twists.
Subject Twelve.
Nine years old. Avery’s sister.
Jesus Christ.
Hannah shakes her head desperately.
“I can’t remember!”
“You will.”
