I step out from behind Clay before he can stop me.
“Hannah—”
“No.”
My voice cuts sharply through the rain.
The operative’s attention locks onto me immediately.
Good.
“Tell Wu something for me.”
The man smiles slightly.
“Yes?”
The overlap pressure starts building hard in my skull again.
Memories flashing.
Wu standing behind glass.
Doctors taking notes.
A little girl taught never to raise her voice.
Too bad for them.
Because I’m not that little girl anymore.
“You tell Director Wu,” I say slowly,
“if he touches Clay…”
My voice turns deadly calm.
“I’ll burn Sentinel to the ground myself.”
Silence.
Even the operative looks slightly surprised by that.
Clay goes still beside me.
Not because he doubts me.
Because he believes me completely.
The operative studies me carefully.
Then:
“There she is.”
Ice slides down my spine.
Because suddenly I realize something horrifying.
