Callie looked between them, her fingers tight around her coffee mug. The oversized white shirt seemed to swallow her up even more as the weight of their world settled back onto her shoulders.
“Are they coming here?” she asked, her voice small but steady.
“Not yet,” Greyson promised, reaching across the table to cover her other hand with his. “I told them the synchronization was still in progress, buying us time by claiming you are still…unstable. But they will want to ‘verify’ you soon.”
“Which means they want to see if you can be controlled,” I added, giving her a wink. “Or if we can control you for them.”
“We need to move to the next phase of training,” Nate said, his gaze intense. “Yesterday was about output. Today is about input. You need to learn how to draw from us without the ‘c
