POV: Mia (Zero)
The hallway lights flickered as I followed Kelly’s footsteps through the east wing. Her words trailed behind her like smoke—blunt, unmistakable.
“One of them is already inside this pack.”
I didn’t question her. Not yet. My instincts, the old assassin’s instincts, told me to wait. To watch. To draw the thread until it frayed open on its own.
“Where are you going?” I asked quietly.
“To get a name,” she said without looking back.
We turned left, past a locked stairwell, and descended into the lower archives—not the sterile records I’d seen earlier, but the old vault, deeper underground. The air grew cooler. Denser. The stone walls turned to rough granite, carved by claw and fire. We passed a row of rune-etched doors and stopped at one nearly covered in dust.
Kelly reach
