~Denzel
The floor hummed under me, the faint metallic vibration of the fusion chamber collapsing into silence. My lungs felt like they’d been lined with fire. I tried to push up, but gravity itself betrayed me. Calen’s shadow stretched long across the ruined room, calm in the middle of the wreckage.
He stepped over the debris, his coat unruffled despite the inferno we’d just torn through. The pale light from the ceiling flickered across his face, highlighting a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Without a word, he hooked his fingers slightly — and invisible hands gripped my leg.
I was yanked off the floor like a rag doll, crashing onto my back before being dragged across the metal surface.
“Get off—” I growled, twisting, but my body wouldn’t obey. My muscles felt disconnected, my
