Ava’s POV
The air heavy with the stink of perspiration and anxiety, the walls of the poorly illuminated room felt closer than they were. Our run from the wreckage had rocked me. The informant's whispering voice persisted in my head: "There is one among you... one who is not what they seem." It bit me, turning every look, every phrase into something dark.
Eli moved tense with stress as he walked back and forth. Sharp shadows on his face came from the dim light of one flickering bulb. His mouth closed and he said, "It doesn't make sense." "How can we be sure he was not merely trying to rattle us?"
From the corner, Lucia whispered, "We can't," her eyes never leaving Eli. But we would be idiots to dismiss it.
Adrian leaned with arms folded on the wall. Trust is like playing a risky game. A
