Yes.
YES.
Memory surges violently.
Transport barges.
Children loaded through underwater access tunnels beneath Bucharest.
No paper trails.
No checkpoints.
Straight to Black Sea shipping routes.
Sentinel moved children out of the country through the river system.
Horror crashes through the room as everyone realizes it at once.
Mason reloads hard.
“These people are monsters.”
Understatement of the century.
Clay grips my face carefully.
“Can you get us there?”
The lullaby pounds harder through my skull.
Conditioning trying to drag me under.
But then I look at the children huddled behind overturned beds.
Terrified.
Drugged.
Exactly like we were.
And suddenly—
something changes inside me.
Not fear anymore.
Fury.
Cold.
Sharp.
Alive.
I look directly at Clay.
And for the first time since this started—
