The control room was suffocating, the air thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. Caleb stood in the doorway, one hand pressed against his wounded side, the other gripping the frame for support. His face was pale beneath the sheen of sweat, but his eyes were clear, burning with a cold fire that kept the others focused despite the rising tide of panic.
"The master key," Nyla repeated. "Where is it?"
Elias's fingers were flying across the terminal, pulling up old files from the agency's decommissioned servers. "The master key was never stored in a single location. It was divided into fragments—three of them, held by different members of the program's leadership. Margot had one. I had one. The third was held by—" He paused, his face going pale. "—by Raina."
"Your sister." Nyla's
