But I don’t.
Because something about Gabriel suddenly feels wrong.
Not dangerous.
Familiar.
The way he watches Wu.
The way Wu speaks to him.
The way Gabriel looked at me earlier—
like he already knew me, before I took that survival class.
My pulse stumbles
Then another memory slams into me.
A teenage boy slipping me extra bandages after punishment drills.
A deep voice whispering:
“Keep your head down, Hannah.”
A hand covering my ears during screaming tests.
Brown eyes.
Protective eyes.
Oh my God.
I stare at Gabriel.
“You…”
Gabriel freezes.
The tunnel goes silent again.
Wu’s gaze sharpens instantly.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
My breathing turns uneven.
“I know you.”
Gabriel doesn’t answer.
That’s answer enough.
“You were there.”
Clay looks between us immediately.
