“You are emotionally contaminating her judgment again.”
Gabriel’s entire face darkens.
“She’s my sister.”
Silence.
Then Wu says the most horrifying thing yet.
“She stopped being your sister the day we rebuilt her.”
My stomach drops.
Clay moves instantly.
Pure instinct.
He rises from cover with his weapon up before anybody can stop him.
“Clay—” Russ hisses.
Too late.
Clay steps out into the rain beneath the bridge, fury radiating off him like heat.
Wu stands at the top of the embankment beside black SUVs and armed Sentinel operatives.
Calm.
Untouched.
Like a king surveying damage.
Then Clay says quietly—
“If you ever talk about her like she’s property again…”
The storm rumbles overhead.
Rain pours down his face.
And even from here I can see the murder in his eyes.
“…I’ll bury you so deep nobody will ever find the body.”
40
Hannah
Rain crashes down around us.
Hard enough to blur the lights beyond the river.
Clay stands in the open beneath the bridge, weapon raised toward Director Wu like he’s one second away from ending this entire nightmare himself.
And honestly?
Part of me would let him.
