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Chapter 112 Family Names
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2026-07-04 21:15:56Mara reads the clearance line three times.
Her lips do not move. Her eyes do.
Left to right. Back. Left to right again.
Then she lets go of my wrist.
“We need to leave this room.”
Renn gives one dry laugh.
“Little late.”
“No.” Mara steps away from the terminal. “Now I need names.”
Caleb is still staring at the screen.
Unstable stock.
The words have become people in his head. I
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