POV: Mia (Zero)
The moment the message lit up on the bracelet, I felt something shift inside my head.
Not a whisper.
Not a memory.
A rupture.
I stumbled back from Alex, hand still clutching my wrist, the small screen on the moonstone flickering before fading to black. But it wasn’t gone. The damage had already been done.
My breath caught.
It began in my chest—a sharp throb of heat—and then it hit my head like a lightning strike. I dropped to my knees with a gasp, my body folding into itself. My pulse roared in my ears. Something unseen twisted behind my eyes, digging through the fog I’d been trapped in.
Alex was beside me in seconds.
“Mia!” His voice cut through the static in my brain. “What’s happening? What did they do?”
I couldn’t speak.
The pain wasn’t physical. It was like
