I didn’t move for what felt like an eternity. The empty street stretched before me like an endless chasm, but my mind was no longer tethered to reality. It had fractured, floating in some distant memory I couldn’t seem to grasp. The past. The past was here, in fragments, all of it swirling around me like smoke.
Elias.
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. Elias was dead. Gone. But now, I’d seen his face. Heard his voice. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. Yet everything I knew about Zero, the assassin who hunted me, told me that I was wrong.
“No.” My voice was barely a whisper as I muttered it under my breath. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t care. “It can’t be him.”
Kane’s hand landed on my arm, pulling me from my thoughts. Her grip was firm, grounding me, but my body felt dista
