Did I? Time has taken on an unknowable quality in the last twenty-four hours. It's been weeks since I saw that video of Nova. Months since I've seen her. Years since I've trusted her. Centuries since fear wasn't choking me from the inside out.
Every step forward is a slushy, hazy slog. I turn towards the rundown car dealership in front of me. Even for Ilya, this feels low.
"f*****g Wisconsin?" I spit on the pavement.
"Intel says it went out of business a year ago and Ilya scooped it up for pennies on the dollar right afterward," Myles supplies. "He's been using it as a safehouse for the last six months or so."
I scan the boarded-over windows and the caved-in roof. The place should be demolished. No---dismantled, burned, and salt should be sown into the ground it stands in.
The thought
