She slips through the side exit just as I reach it. I follow her into a long, dimly lit corridor, decorated with ancient tapestries and flickering torches. The high-frequency weapon still roars somewhere behind us, but Callum’s power protects me from its worst effects.
Two Architect agents turn to face me. I do not slow my pace. I slam a concentrated blast of Bridge energy into the first agent, watching him collapse. The second agent fires a crossbow bolt. I spin at the last second—the bolt strikes my shoulder, burning hot like acid—but I keep running.
Savannah is faster than she should be. Whatever enhancement the Architects give her is working overtime.
“You are always the favorite child,” she says, looking back as we burst into a wider hall. “Even after you are born, Mother looks at
