Camila eased the hatch closed behind her, heart hammering in the abandoned Montauk lighthouse. The wind howled against the rusted metal, and the beam of the lighthouse spun slowly above, casting their small refuge in shifting pools of moonlight.
Julian leaned against the cold stone wall, sweat beading on his forehead despite the sea breeze. His tremor was worse than ever—proximity no longer fully stabilizing him.
“Camila," he rasped, voice strained, “my hands…they won't stop." He held out a shaking hand. “It's like my body's rejecting the therapy."
She dropped to her knees beside him, pressing a cool hand to his temple. “We can adjust the serum—crude as it is. But you need more than proximity now." Her gaze flicked to Lucas, who sat on an overturned crate, clutching his plush bear. “I'm
