The sun had barely kissed the horizon when Theo slammed through the reinforced doors of the safehouse, his breaths short, sharp, and laced with panic. His tablet was clutched tightly in his hand, knuckles white, eyes wide—haunted in a way I hadn’t seen since Hollow Pines.
“We’ve got a breach,” he blurted.
Jace, who had been nursing a rare moment of calm with a mug of coffee, froze. The mug slipped from his fingers and shattered against the floor. “Savannah? Dani?”
Theo shook his head, his voice trembling. “No. It’s not them. This one came from Berlin.”
Berlin.
My pulse stuttered. That city wasn’t just another checkpoint—it was the final name on Roman’s fail-safe list. The place that wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. If something had stirred there, it wasn’t a breach—it was an awakenin
