The fire had been put out many hours ago, and a new day had dawned upon the inhabitants of the mansion, but its memory lingered in the very bones of the building.Angela stood at the far end of the corridor just beside the scorched remains of the kitchen, her arms folded tightly across her chest. The early morning air was laced with smoke and sawdust, the scent of char and chemicals clinging stubbornly to the walls. Sunlight slanted through the broken windows and half-opened panels, illuminating the damage in stark, brutal clarity.Blackened tiles crumbled under the boots of the workers moving back and forth, hauling equipment, assessing support beams, and working to restore what had been lost. A stretch of marble flooring had cracked from the heat, now pried open like an old wound. The kitchenâs central islandâonce gleaming with polished stoneâwas reduced to a jagged skeleton of concrete and soot. The fire had spread quicker than anyone anticipated, licking through the walls, scorchi
âBring her here.âJustine didnât have to repeat the order. Two of the armed men stepped forward and seized Lylah by the arms. She struggled at first, instinctively resisting, but their grip was firm. They dragged her to the center of the room, close to the metallic worktable in the center. She stood rigid, breath shallow, her jaw tight with defiance. But it didnât mask the shivers that wracked her bodyânot from cold alone, but from the adrenaline, the fear, the unbearable weight of exposure.Justine walked forward, slow and measured, until he stood just a breath away from her.The fury in his eyes was not loud or flaring. It was contained. Controlled. That was what made it so terrifying.âWhat are you doing here, Lylah?â he asked, his voice low and calmâdangerously calm. The glint in his eye was almost pleased. âWho gave you the codes?âShe stared at him, unmoving, not uttering a word.âWhat were you planning to do with the Kyrexin-X?âStill, Lylah remained silent. Justineâs smile f
Once safe behind the automated door, Lylah moved cautiously, her footsteps soft against the gleaming tile floor of the room. The air inside was stark and sterile, humming with a low mechanical buzz, and cold enough to raise goosebumps on her arms. She scanned the room carefully, trying to recall Dr. Gannerâs exact words.âThe storage bay at the far right. Four compartmentsâĶâShe turned right and approached the section heâd describedâbut immediately, something felt wrong. The layout didnât match what sheâd expected. The shelves were neater, but many compartments were now sealed with new locking pads. Others had labels that didnât match what she remembered from the last time she was in here. Some things were missing altogether.Her heart sank.She backed up a step, her breath hitching. Was this the right part? Had the Kyrexin-X been moved?Noâit couldnât be. This had to be the right place. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay calm.But the longer she looked, the more it becam
Dr. Ganner stepped closer, lowering his voice as if the walls might listen. âWhat's happening out there?âAngela wiped soot from her cheek. âItâs chaos,â she said. âThe fire I set caught faster than I thought. Thereâs thick smoke in the hallway. I saw at least four guards running with extinguishers and buckets, screaming at each other. I think the stove must have exploded. Everyoneâs in full panic mode.âDr. Ganner allowed himself the briefest nod. âGood. That should give us at least twenty minutes.âHe turned to Lylah, his eyes sharp and focused. âListen carefully. Thereâs no room for mistakes. Youâll need to get to the research facility on the second floor. The main access door is locked with a keypad. The code is 4917-66B. Once youâre in, head to the storage bay at the far right. Youâll find a small panel with four compartmentsâtwo for the Kyrexin-X base chemicals, and two for the active compound.â He hesitated, then added, âThe compartment code is 88Delta-KX42.ââAnd I'm supposed
As the day progressed and evening began to approach, Angela sat curled on the floor of her room, her back against the wall, eyes staring blankly ahead. Despite all her assurances to Lylah and her confident words to Dr. Ganner, she still hadnât figured out how to get Lylah out of her room to him. Every scenario sheâd imagined ended in disaster. There were way too many guards. Too many eyes. Too much risk.Her stomach growled again, a long low rumble that startled her from thought. She looked down at the biscuit wrappers strewn around herâfour, maybe five, all crumpled in a heap beside an empty soda can. Theyâd done nothing to quell her hunger. Just sugar and air. Her head was beginning to ache, her limbs felt hollow. Yet the thought of walking down to the kitchen, where at least two guards were posted nearby, made her stomach twist tighter.The cook had not come around today, but Angela didnât care to know why. She was too deep in her own world, too far gone with worry.She groaned sof
Angela barely slept for what remained of that night, and by mid-morning the next day it was beginning to show. Her usually composed face was strained with worry, her sharp eyes dulled by fatigue. Yet her mind wouldnât restânot when the only man who could potentially stop her step-father's madness was locked away, and there was no one else to make him see reason.She stood at the small window in her room, arms folded, watching the soft shimmer of daylight bathe the outer garden. Her thoughts circled endlessly around one personâLylah.Since the last confrontation Lylah had with her son which resulted in her most recent heartbreak, Lylah had been reduced to a ghost. She moved quietly, barely spoke, and spent most of her time alone. Her restricted access in the house now mirrored her internal stateâisolated, bitter, and grieving. It was hard to blame her. Angela had seen the bruises the world had dealt her. And Kaelâher sonâhad become one of them.Still, Angela had known she had to try. D
Even after Kael left her room, Angela remained frozen in place, his words echoing in her mind like a bell struck too hard. Her stepfather had had Dr. Ganner detained. The idea clung to her like soot, darkening every corner of her thoughts.Even though he was not her biological father, Justine had always been good to her, treating her like the daughter he never had. They'd always gotten along well, even after he and her mother divorced. And though Angela admired and respected him and his brilliance, she had never agreed with him on the idea of eradicating an entire species, no matter how dangerous Justine had painted them. But sheâd learned to keep her views quiet, especially around him. He had always been unyielding when his mind was made up.Still, she had never imagined he would imprison his oldest friend. For as long as Angela had known Justine, Dr. Ganner had always been in the picture. They'd known themselves since High school, where Dr. Ganner had been two classes ahead of Justi
Kael sat in the dim stillness of his room, hunched forward on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly as if trying to hold himself together. The quiet buzz of the bedside lamp was the only sound in the room, but inside his mind, it was chaos. Thoughts darted like startled birds, refusing to settle. His jaw was clenched, and his chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm. He had stood in the boardroom with fire in his voice, resolve in his posture. He had assured Justine of his unwavering convictionâor so heâd tried to convince himself.But nowâĶ here, aloneâĶ it didnât feel so resolute.Dr. Ganner... Uncle Peter.The image of him being dragged out of the boardroom flashed in Kaelâs mind again and again like a film reel on repeat. His silence, and the resigned look in his eyes, and Justineâs words. âHe lost heart. Betrayed the mission.âBut Kael knew Dr. Ganner. Knew the steadiness of his judgment, the quiet force behind his ideas. He had always been Justineâs most tru
Kael stood frozen in the hallway, his mind a storm of disbelief. The sight of Dr. Ganner dragged from the floor and escorted out like a criminal, had lodged itself in his chest like a blade. What on earth was going on? âCome in, Kael,â Justine said firmly, as though he had read Kael's confused thoughts. Kael stepped inside, his eyes wide with confusion. âWhat's happening?â he asked, his voice low but trembling. âWhy did you let them treat uncle Peter like that?âJustine let out a slow breath, not looking at Kael at first. âHe betrayed me.ââBetrayed you?â Kael echoed, stunned. âWhat are you talking about? You two have been friends since even before I was born! He practically raised me with you.âJustine turned to face him. His eyes were dark, steady. âThat doesnât change what he did.âKael stepped closer, struggling to understand. âWhat did he do? What could he possibly have done that made you punch him and call security on him?ââWeâve come too far, Kael,â Justine said, looking Kae