Derek's POV
My head feels like someone's been using it as a f*****g pinball machine. Two voices are shouting in my skull, and neither one of them is winning the argument.
"Derek, you with us?" Marcus asks, his arm steady under mine as we move through this waterlogged nightmare.
"Yeah," I tell him, but it's a lie. I'm not with anybody right now. Half of me wants to help these guys escape, and the other half thinks I should be dragging them back to Dr. Vasquez for more testing.
The integrated part of my brain whispers that the experiments are necessary. For national security. For the greater good. That voice sounds so f*****g reasonable it makes me sick.
"Derek?" Damon's voice cuts through the mental chaos. "We need to move faster."
I try to take a step and stumble. My body wants to go
