Smart.
Her overlap episodes worsened every time the stimulants hit her system too hard.
“You should be sleeping,” I murmur.
A tiny tired smile touches her mouth.
“You sound like Gabriel.”
That makes me snort softly.
“Terrifying comparison.”
The smile lingers a little longer this time.
God help me.
Even exhausted and traumatized, she still does this thing to my chest that feels genuinely unsafe.
Then the smile fades.
“You think Wu’s watching us?”
“Yeah.”
She nods slowly like she expected that answer.
“He won’t stop.”
“No.”
Silence again.
The fog thickens beyond the vineyard hills.
Then Hannah suddenly says quietly:
“I remember more.”
Every muscle in my body tightens instantly.
“What kind of more?”
Fear flickers briefly across her face.
“The kind I don’t think Wu wanted me to remember.”
That gets my attention.
Fast.
She looks down into the teacup.
“There was another level beneath the red room.”
Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
