Chapter Twenty FourJulian’s POVThe tunnel smelled like rust, wet metal, and time, all decaying into each other.The man ahead of me moved with the certainty of someone who knew every inch of the underground. His footsteps were silent on the gravel, but I kept mine loud. I wanted him to know I was still behind him. Still watching. Still deciding if I’d put a bullet between his shoulder blades.We turned a sharp corner. Fluorescent emergency strips blinked dimly on the low ceiling, some flickering, some dead. The light cast his shadow in long, stuttering lines across the corridor walls.I cleared my throat. “What did you mean when you said I wasn’t supposed to wake up again?”He didn’t turn. “Exactly what it sounds like.”“Then you’d better make it sound better,” I snapped. “Or I’m walking out.”He paused at a service door and keyed in an old code on a rusted panel. The door buzzed, then clicked open. Warm air rushed out, thick with ozone and faint electricity. I followed him in a nar
Chapter Twenty ThreeJulian’s POV“Target reacquired. Elevation drop detected. Adjusting route.”The synthetic voice sliced through the night as the drone banked left, engines pulsing with menace.I didn’t look back.“Come on, you bastards,” I muttered, sprinting down the skeletal remains of what used to be a skywalk. “You wanted me? You got me.”My boots hit the metal grating with heavy clangs, each step vibrating through my spine. The wind whipped hard against my jacket, slicing through the seams like tiny razors. My chest burned. But I didn’t slow down.Below, flashes of red lit the shattered street, scanning in waves. A misstep, one moment too long in the open, and it would lock on.The voice returned, no longer mechanical.“She’s not the one we want, Julian.”I skidded to a stop.Not a drone. Not a recording.This was live.“You hear that?” I said aloud, panting. “You don’t get to decide that anymore.”I darted right through the remains of a collapsed corridor, the ceiling cracke
Chapter Twenty Two Aria’s POVThe corridors echoed with our footsteps, fast, frantic, the slap of boots against concrete ringing louder than any alarm.My lungs burned. Not from exertion, but from fear. From adrenaline.Julian’s grip on my hand was tight, unrelenting. His skin was hot and damp, like a fire barely held in check. We didn’t speak. There wasn’t time for words, only movement.Only survival.Behind us, the vault’s lights flickered. Systems shutting down. Or maybe booting something up.The warning that had flashed across the screen still pulsed in my mind.Trace initiated.“Left,” Julian barked, yanking me toward a narrow hall. The ceiling hung lower here. Pipes ran overhead, dripping moisture that smacked the floor like a ticking clock.“How long before they reach us?” I asked between gasps.“Too soon,” he said. “If they’ve mobilized a drone unit or used signal triangulation, we could have five minutes… or one.”I didn’t like either option.We rounded another corner. The a
Chapter Twenty-One Aria’s POVThe screen flickered again, brightening the dark room in ghostly blue light. I took a step forward, heart racing, the taste of Julian still on my lips and the echo of his breath on my skin.And then, there she was.My mother.She appeared on screen with her usual clinical calm, hair swept into a bun, lab coat crisp even in the grainy resolution. But there was something in her eyes. Something I hadn’t seen in years.Fear.“Subject log: Swan Echo Protocol,” she began, her voice steady. “If you’re watching this, it means the failsafe has been breached. It means the people I feared most have already found you, or they will soon.”Julian stood beside me, unmoving. His breath was shallow, his arms folded tight across his chest like he was holding himself together by sheer force.Dr. Monroe’s gaze dropped, her hands fiddling with something out of frame. “This project was never meant to become a weapon. I thought if I could give humanity a second chance… if I co
Chapter Twenty Aria’s POVThe tunnel pressed in around us, dark and narrow, barely wide enough for both our bodies as we stumbled forward. The scent of scorched metal and wet stone clung to my skin, and my ears were still ringing from the blast.My heart raced, not just from the adrenaline. Julian’s hand was wrapped around mine, tight, like if he let go I’d vanish into the smoke behind us.We didn’t speak.Not until the tunnel opened into a small cavern, half-collapsed but dry. Cracked computer monitors blinked dimly along one wall. Ancient cables snaked along the floor, pulsing like veins beneath our feet.Julian finally turned, chest rising and falling beneath his torn shirt, sweat glistening down his neck. There was a cut across his cheekbone. Blood smeared down the side of his throat.I reached out without thinking.He flinched, but not away, into my touch.“You’re bleeding,” I whispered.His eyes locked with mine. “You almost died back there.”“So did you.”He took a step closer
Chapter NineteenAria’s POVJulian stood there, paralyzed in front of the glass, as if his entire identity had been caught in a beam of light and dissected. I watched his reflection merge with the floating figure inside the tank, and my breath hitched in my throat.They were identical.Same jawline, same scar near his thumb, same slope of his brow. But the figure in the tank had a cold stillness that sent a tremor down my spine. This version of Julian hadn’t moved in years. And yet… it looked newly alive. Suspended. Preserved.Waiting.My fingers curled tighter around the notebook. Its leather cover was damp from my sweat, but I held it like it contained oxygen. Maybe it did. Maybe this was the only thing keeping us afloat in a storm we didn’t know we were already drowning in.Julian turned to me, his voice cracking.“I don’t know what’s real anymore, Aria.”His confession tore through me.I stepped forward, slowly, like he might bolt. “You’re real.”“But am I?” His voice rose, bitte