CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The plane’s wheels hit the runway with a jolt that rattled Elena’s teeth outside the small window, the mainland airfield stretched gray and anonymous under a heavy overcast sky.
There's no fanfare, no welcoming committee…just the low hum of engines winding down and the knowledge that every step from here carried them deeper into Victoria’s web.
Elena’s hands were still clenched around the burner phone, the frozen image of their mother’s smile burned into her retinas.
The syringe, the glowing blue liquid, their father bound and helpless.
The words echoed on loop: The prototype always gets recycled.
Lila sat rigid across from her, staring at nothing…her face had gone pale beneath the tan the island had given her, but her eyes burned with something sharper than fe
