HARPER'S POV
I don't even realize how hard I am breathing until I hear it, this tiny whistle of air pushing past my lips. The whole room is silent, dead silent. The walls are made of stone, cracked and blacked in places, and every single step echoes like I am being followed. But I am not. It is just me. Just me and this ghost of a place.
We split up two days ago. Jax and Rae took the trail near the river, Levi went to scout the eastern watchtower that was supposedly abandoned, and I'm out here in the middle of nowhere—an old relay station buried in vines and dust and silence.
The relay station is tucked in the gut of the southern interior, deep enough that most maps don't even bother marking it anymore. According to Miko, it used to be a smuggling post before the war fractured t
