Fear slices through me.
“What?”
Gabriel looks genuinely terrified now.
“The overlap episodes.”
My stomach drops.
Wu was telling the truth.
Clay’s entire body tenses beside me.
“What just happened?”
I grip his jacket tightly.
“I saw it.”
My voice shakes violently.
“The red room.”
Gabriel swears softly under his breath.
“Already?”
Already?
What does that mean?
“What’s happening to me?”
Nobody answers fast enough.
And that silence scares me more than the visions do.
42
Clay
The safehouse used to be some kind of shipping office.
Now it looks like a war zone with coffee makers.
Weapons spread across tables.
Wet tactical gear hanging over chairs.
Medical supplies dumped across counters.
And exhausted survivors trying to remember how to breathe like normal people again.
Rain pounds steadily against the warehouse windows while generators hum softly somewhere below us.
Warm.
Dry.
