“Then panic!” Nate yelled, slamming a hand onto the metal console with a resounding crash that echoed like a gunshot in the bunker. “Do you think the world is going to wait for you to be ready? Do you think the—” He cut himself off abruptly, his jaw clenching tight. “Just do it.”
I closed my eyes, desperately trying to find that familiar buzzing feeling, the static that had plagued me my entire life. But standing in this freezing concrete room, hooked up to wires while Nate glared at me like a math problem he couldn’t solve, there was nothing. Only a cold, empty knot of fear remained.
“Nothing’s happening,” Nate muttered, staring at his screens before letting out a harsh breath. “Fine. You need a trigger. Let’s talk about Liam.”
My eyes snapped open. “Don’t.”
“Liam Miller,” Nate contin
