The word control no longer felt theoretical.
It felt alive.
Dr. Chloe Rain stood in front of the Behavioral Analysis Unit’s glass wall, staring at her reflection while the city behind it blurred into rain-streaked chaos.
Everything had shifted after the call.
You are the only one who understands control.
The voice of Orpheus still lingered in her mind like residue.
Not fear.
Recognition.
And that terrified her most.
Because for the first time, Chloe couldn’t tell whether she was being studied as a victim…
or as a mirror.
Her phone vibrated.
She didn’t need to check to know who it was.
James Dean Luca.
Always James.
Always present.
Always orbiting her thoughts like gravity she couldn’t escape anymore.
She finally answered.
“You shouldn’t be at the office,” he said immediat
