Chapter 15 The Leak

The drive back from Blackwater blurred into muscle memory—steering, braking, signaling—all done by a body on autopilot. Elena’s mind refused to let go of Greaves’ words, that smug cadence still vibrating in her ears. “She was chosen… You are the exhibit.”

Chosen. Exhibit. Veil.

By the time she rea...

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