Asher
The echo of my boots against the cold concrete walls of the WHO satellite base felt louder than usual today. Each step down the corridor tightened the knot in my chest. I had done everything they asked—shadowed Shirley, kept tabs on Dante Ryker, fed intel to Elias when necessary—but things were getting… complicated.
Too complicated.
I scanned my ID at the steel door. It hissed open, revealing Elias Vane seated behind a table cluttered with files, vials of suppressant, and a glowing screen showing a live heat map of supernatural movement across the region. His sharp eyes flicked up at me.
“You’re late.”
“I had to make sure I wasn’t followed,” I replied evenly, shutting the door behind me. “Ryker’s patrols have gotten tighter. He’s suspicious.”
Elias leaned back, cracking his kn
