The most terrifying thing about the “Sovereignty Protocol” was that I couldn’t hear it. To me, the room was silent, except for the hum of the servers and the conversation passing between Darian and K.C. The effects were devastating though. I had watched in horror as K.C. and his enforcers — men who could tear through steel — suddenly buckled. Holden had dropped first. His hands clamped over his ears, his face contorting in an agony I couldn’t comprehend. Then Finn and Gabe. They were writhing on the floor beside me, their breath coming in wet, ragged gasps. I stood behind the stone pillar, watching as the strongest men I knew were crushed by a static that was beyond my human range of hearing. K.C. was the only one that had been able to stay standing, though “standing” was a generous

