The moment Kane confirmed it, a cold weight settled in my gut.
"The Overseers know about you," she said, her voice low, controlled. "They’ll send someone."
I didn't flinch, but my fingers curled into fists at my sides. The Overseers were more than just a problem—they were the executioners of the unseen world, a force that erased threats before they could grow into real problems. And now, I was on their list.
I forced out a breath, trying to keep my pulse steady. "How long do we have?"
Kane shook her head. "If they’ve marked you, they’ve already moved. The only question is—who did they send?"
A chime in my ear made my stomach drop. My system had triggered an emergency alert: LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL INITIATED.
My jaw clenched. "They just closed the net," I muttered.
Kane’s expression darken
