The fluid didn't just go into my veins; it tore through them.
I slumped against the cold, oily base of the server rack, my teeth grinding together so hard I felt a molar chip. It wasn't a "surge of power." It was the feeling of a thousand rusted needles being pushed through my bone marrow at once. I clutched my stomach, heaving, but nothing came out but a string of red, stringy phlegm that splattered onto my boots.
"Sasha..." I tried to scream, but my voice was a dry, hollow rattle.
The silence in the bunker was heavy, thick with the smell of scorched wires and the metallic tang of Isaac’s betrayal. Isaac. The name tasted like poison in my mouth. Every touch he’d given me, every time his hand had brushed against my waist, it hadn't been love. It had been a calculation. He wasn't a man;
