A cold, heavy knot settled in my stomach.
“Let them try,” I said softly, the shadows in the room leaning toward me to echo the lethal promise singing in my blood. “Get some sleep, Nate. The pod will finish the tissue repair, and I need to go check on our little lightning rod.”
Leaving the quiet hum of the medical bay, I took the private elevator up to the West Wing. The adrenaline crash was finally hitting me, making my limbs feel heavy and my mind sluggish.
For three centuries, we had viewed humanity as fragile, fleeting things…pets to be protected, or annoyances to be managed. But Callie? Callie had touched the copper terminal, swallowed our terror, and screamed violet fire straight into the abyss.
She was magnificent, and she was completely, irrevocably ours.
The doors opened to Gr
