Chapter 92

NICO’S POV

Everywhere was quiet.

Too quiet.

Night had swallowed Dario’s experimental base in a pitch-black cloak, save for the artificial glow of green LEDs and the low, unsettling hum of machines working overtime on sins no one would ever admit to.

I moved through the corridor, one foot after the other. The overhead lights buzzed softly. Cameras blinked red in the corners of the ceiling, always watching, always hungry to detect.

But I didn’t flinch.

My expression was calm, unreadable, like I was just another ghost haunting the hallway.

My fingers were cold, shoved beneath my jacket like I was protecting myself from the chill of the vents. But that wasn’t it. No. I was gripping the first batch of evidence Cassandra had smuggled into my hands earlier that night.

It was warm still. Records of inhumane trials. The names of test subjects. Documents linking Dario to a high-ranking government official.

Proof. Tangible, heavy proof.

If I got caught with it, there wouldn’t be questions. Ther