The address led to the ruins of the old Ledger facility.
Steel skeletons. Broken glass. Rain pouring through a collapsed roof.
It should have been dead.
It wasn't.
Lucien's truck slid to a stop outside the perimeter fence.
He studied the thermal scanner in his hand.
"Seven heat signatures. Basement level. One matches Maya's size."
My stomach dropped.
The basement.
The trials.
The place I'd spent years trying to forget.
I was out of the truck before it fully stopped.
Lucien caught my wrist.
His grip was firm.
Cold.
"Ava."
I looked at him.
The rain had soaked his dark hair. His eyes looked almost black in the darkness.
"Vance wants you angry," he said quietly. "Don't give her that."
"I am angry."
His thumb brushed my pulse.
"I know."
Kade tossed me a comm unit.
"Channe
