FAZER LOGINEvelyn's POV
I shouldn't have been here.That was the first thought I had when the floor creaked under me and a cold draft hit my ankles from somewhere below. Sebastian and Eleanor had told me to wait in the archive room. Sebastian had said, "Don't move," with that overprotective voice he uses when he's scared.But I couldn't.Since we entered this building, my head has been splitting. Not a headache. A pressure. Like something was pushing from the inside of mySebastian's POV Evelyn was shaking so hard I thought she was going to have a seizure.She wasn't crying. That was the worst part. Her eyes were open, fixed on the glass room, but she wasn't seeing it anymore. She was seeing something else. Something behind her own eyes."Evelyn, look at me," I said, kneeling in front of her, holding both of her cold hands. "You are here. You are with me. This is 2026. You are safe.""Miranda Reid," she whispered again, like she was testing if the name would burn her tongue. "Why do I know that name? Why does it feel like home?"Eleanor slid down the wall, her face in her hands. She looked twenty years older than she had this morning."We shouldn't have come here," she sobbed. "I told Thomas we should burn this place to the ground. But Miranda Miranda insisted we keep it. She said we might need to come back.""Who the hell is Miranda Reid?" I snapped. I was done being gentle with Eleanor. "Y
Evelyn's POV "Eleanor," I said, my voice hoarse. "Who is she? The woman behind the glass. It's not you."Eleanor froze. She turned slowly."What did you say?""In my memory. There's a woman behind the glass. She has long black hair. Green eyes. Like mine. She called herself my mommy. But she's not my mom. Who is she?"Eleanor's face went completely white. She looked like she was going to faint."It can't be," she whispered. "She left. She left before you turned five. She was never supposed to.""Who?" Sebastian demanded, holding me tighter. "Who is she, Eleanor?"Eleanor didn't answer. She walked to a control panel on the wall outside the glass cube. It was dusty, but the power light was ON. Green. Someone had turned it on.She pressed a button. With a loud, hydraulic hiss, a hidden compartment in the concrete wall opened. Inside, a single VHS tape, labeled in handwriting that was not Eleanor's. Elegant, l
Evelyn's POV I shouldn't have been here.That was the first thought I had when the floor creaked under me and a cold draft hit my ankles from somewhere below. Sebastian and Eleanor had told me to wait in the archive room. Sebastian had said, "Don't move," with that overprotective voice he uses when he's scared.But I couldn't.Since we entered this building, my head has been splitting. Not a headache. A pressure. Like something was pushing from the inside of my skull, trying to get out. Then I heard it. A hum.Low, almost inaudible. Like an old refrigerator. Or like the white-noise machine my father used to put in my room when I couldn't sleep as a kid.It was coming from below us. From under the floor.I left the archive room without thinking. My feet knew where to go. The hallway that Sebastian and Eleanor had ignored the one that went down, not up. A narrow stairwell hidden behind a supply closet, the sign ab
Sebastian's POV A younger Eleanor, hair black, no wrinkles, in a lab coat. And a man I recognized from Evelyn's old family photos was her father, Dr. Thomas Reid. He was younger too, but his face was red with anger. "You can't be serious, Eleanor! Look at her! Look at what the last injection did to her! She had a seizure for six minutes!" Thomas slammed a file on the table. "Evelyn is not a trial, she's my daughter!" Young Eleanor on screen was calm, cold. A version of Eleanor I had never seen. "Thomas, you knew the risks when you enrolled her. No other treatment was working. Project Eve is the only thing keeping her alive. You can't pull out now because you're getting emotional." "Emotional? You call this science? You have twelve other children in this building showing the same neurological damage! This project is a failure! We have to stop! We have to shut it down and get these kids to a real hospital!" "
Sebastian's POV The road to the hospital didn't exist on any map.Eleanor was the one driving. She didn't use GPS. She used memory. Every turn was sharp, deliberate, as if she had driven this route a hundred times and then spent ten years trying to forget it."Turn off your phone," she said, without looking at me.I did.We had been driving for almost two hours outside the city. The asphalt ended, replaced by gravel, then dirt. The trees grew denser until they formed a tunnel over us. The rain had started an hour ago, light at first, now hammering on the roof of Eleanor's old Land Rover."This place was decommissioned in 2007," she said finally. Her voice was tight. "Officially, it was a private psychiatric sanatorium that went bankrupt. A fire in the west wing. Insurance fraud. That was the cover story we used.""We?"She didn't answer. She just gripped the wheel harder.After another ten minutes, the
Evelyn's POV I could feel the tremble in my voice, and it irritated me. I had confronted guns, unraveled the secrets of Genesis, and witnessed the destruction of an entire facility without letting fear get the better of me.And yet a picture had brought me down to being a woman who no longer knew if she had ever been meant to live."What if I wasn't ever supposed to be human?" I whispered. "What if I was just the initial experiment, and Subject 02 was really what they were trying to create?"Sebastian turned me towards him."Look at me, Evelyn."I looked up."Whatever had been created you had no right to dictate your destiny," Sebastian said resolutely. "They can put down anything they like in their notes, but nothing written in those papers is going to dictate your value or deprive you of the right to define yourself."I hung on to his words."You don't understand what they did to me.""I don't, and yet I do," Sebastian confessed. "I know th
Evelyn’s POVSophia’s flat was tiny when matched with the Sinclair house. Yet, as soon as I walked in, I could take a breath again.No chilly looks from Damien's folks met me there No hurtful hints sat behind every turn too.Sophia put a mug of warm tea in front of me, then
Evelyn’s POV“Dad?”My voice trembled badly as I took his phone from the bed.The hue had fully gone from my dad's face. His breath got shaky as his shaking eyes stayed on the pics shown on the screen.“Dad, look at me,” Worry shot up in my chest, “Pl
Evelyn’s POVMy whole body felt icy when I saw the name light up on Damien's screen.Chloe Calling.Silence filled the hospital room instantly.Damien's face changed for a short time before he quickly said no to the ͏call.I laughed bitterly while staring at him."She just can’t stay away from you
Evelyn’s POV I stared at the small candle in the center of the table with a faint smile that was slowly becoming exhausting. The tiny flame flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the wine glass and the bouquet of white roses in front of me. This rooftop restaurant was beautiful. Too beautiful







