LOGINCHAPTER 100Camryn's POVThe Handler station felt different when we returned, like the building itself knew something significant had happened within its walls. Or maybe I was the one who was different, carrying the weight of Sara’s death and Eugene’s vindication, my tattoo still warm from the system’s recognition of what we’d accomplished.Harriet had disappeared immediately into her office with the device and her documentation, leaving the rest of us to clean up and rest in the temporary quarters. I sat on my bunk staring at my hands, which still trembled slightly from the effort of holding all that grief, of transforming it into something that wouldn’t destroy everyone around me. The ability was settled into my bones like it had always been waiting for me to understand how to use it properly, but using it had cost something I couldn’t quite name.“You should eat,” Amon said, appearing with rations. “And drink water. You used a lot of energy there.”“I absorbed seventy years of mour
CHAPTER 99Camryn’s POVI activated the device and simultaneously reached for that power, letting it unfold in ways I'd never tried before. Instead of seduction, I tried comfort; instead of desire, I offered peace. I wrapped it around the grief Sara was broadcasting and absorbed it, pulling it into myself where the necklace could filter it, where my own will could process and contain it.The Lamenting Mother screamed—a sound of pure, bewildered fury—as her grief was suddenly being matched and absorbed instead of drowning everything around her. The device's frequency intensified, targeting the structures that sustained her corruption, and I kept pulling at the emotional weight, offering her something besides endless mourning."Let go," I said softly. "You don't have to carry this anymore. Eugene created a way out, and I'm offering it to you. Just let go."For a moment, she fought it. The parasites fought it, trying to maintain their grip on a host they'd controlled for seventy years.T
CHAPTER 98Camryn's POVThe factory smelled like rust, decay, and something underneath—grief maybe, if grief had a scent. Our footsteps echoed loudly in the cavernous space, raising dust that had stayed untouched for decades and revealing glimpses of the machinery that had once built the radios.Amon's shadows spread ahead of us, probing the darkness for threats. Behind me, I could hear Whitney's uneven breathing as she struggled to keep pace with her injured leg and Fabian's almost silent movements, honed from years of vampire training. Handler Harriet moved with military precision, her weapon ready and her posture suggesting she'd done this too many times to be nervous anymore.Miranda stayed close to my right side, her hand on my shoulder in a way that felt protective and grounding at once. The device hummed on my back where I'd secured it in the carrying frame, its weight both reassuring and terrifying. Everything we'd worked for, everything Eugene had died protecting, condensed i
CHAPTER 97Camryn’s POVWe spent the rest of the day making final preparations. Miranda went over the device assembly one more time, making sure we could put it back together quickly once we were inside the factory. Fabian checked weapons and made sure we all had backup armaments in case things went wrong. Whitney studied the building schematics Harriet had provided, mapping entry points and escape routes and locations where the Lamenting Mother had been spotted most frequently.And I sat with Eugene’s journals, reading his notes about the original St. Belladren mission and trying to understand exactly what we were walking into.The Lamenting Mother had been a woman once. Sara Belladren, owner of the radio factory, infected during what Eugene called “a resonance event” where parasitic entities were drawn to the electromagnetic frequencies the factory equipment generated. She’d been Class C by the time Eugene’s team captured her for testing—powerful enough to influence dozens of people
CHAPTER 96Camryn's POVMary Harriet looked exactly as I remembered—stern features that seemed permanently carved into an expression of disapproval, gray hair pulled back so tightly it had to hurt, eyes that could dissect you with a glance and find you wanting. She sat behind a desk that had probably been requisitioned from some bureaucrat’s office decades ago, its surface covered in deployment reports and casualty lists and all the paperwork that came with managing Hunters.She looked up when we entered her office, and surprise flickered across her face before her expression smoothed into professional neutrality. “Camryn Chavez. I was told you’d volunteered for the Lamenting Mother assignment, but I didn’t quite believe it.” Her gaze swept over the rest of our group. “And you’ve brought your entire team. Ambitious.”“Handler Harriet.” I kept my voice respectful but firm. “Thank you for accepting our deployment request.”“I accepted it because I’m desperate.” She gestured for us to si
CHAPTER 95Camryn's POVI had to stop reading because my vision was blurring, and I didn’t want to damage the pages with tears. I hadn't realized I was crying. Amon noticed and moved closer without saying anything, his presence a quiet comfort.“He loved her,” I said quietly. “Loved her so much he sent her away to save her life, even knowing she’d grow up thinking he’d abandoned her.”“That’s what parents do,” Amon said. His voice carried old pain, old memories of his own that he rarely shared. “They make impossible choices and live with the consequences so their children don’t have to.”“The original Camryn never knew. She grew up thinking House Gold had just been destroyed by anomalies, that her father had failed to protect their family. She became a genealogist trying to piece together a history she couldn’t remember, investigating secrets that eventually got her killed.” I closed the journal carefully. “And now I’m here in her body, reading her father’s words, walking the path he







