Hayden’s POV,
Monday morning came too fast.
I stepped into the sleek, glassy lobby of Blackwood Industries with my head held high, even though my stomach was doing somersaults. The conversations I’d had with Silas and Sareena over the weekend played on a loop in my mind, like a broken record I couldn’t shut off. Aliens——training in secret, shapeshifting, using telekinesis. And me? Just Hayden Carter, trying to pretend my life wasn’t spiraling into some interdimensional sci-fi fantasy.
I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart, though. So I kept my head down and buried myself in my usual sea of spreadsheets and never-ending reports. Numbers I could handle. Numbers didn’t glow in the dark or teleport without warning.
Silas and Sareena were their usual unshakable selves. Professional. P
