As Zara sat with Winter and Leo, a lingering sense of unease coiled in her gut.
The dream still clung to her like static, its images flashing behind her eyes whenever she blinked.
Why now?
Had forcefully using her powers triggered it? And if so—why?
But more importantly… where was Harker?
That bastard had vanished during the breach. No one had seen or heard from him since.
And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't gone.
Something had been wrong with him. She had sensed it back then—how his questions to the researchers had been growing more insistent, almost desperate.
And then there was his power.
Zara shivered at the mere thought of it.
Controlling the Mist.
The first time she had seen him wield it—even without using it—her instincts had screamed at her. Something about it had felt wrong.
A gentle squeeze at her side pulled her back to the present.
Winter.
