The vibration of the Sanctum’s steel door closing behind them had left a phantom hum in Evie’s bones, a frequency that refused to dissipate even as the lights of the Tower roared back to life. In the twenty-four hours since the blackout, Damon had become a specter. He was a presence felt through the heavy scent of pine in the hallways and the sudden, sharp barks of command echoing from the tactical suite, but he did not seek her out. The barrier that had nearly shattered in the darkness had been reinforced with a new, desperate kind of iron.Evie, meanwhile, felt like a structure whose load-bearing walls had been compromised. She spent her morning staring at the "Cloaking Efficiency" models on her screen, but the numbers were just static. Her skin felt hypersensitive, her mind a repeating loop of the moment Damon’s forehead had rested against hers in the vault.The summons did not come from Damon, nor from Marcus. It arrived via a hand-delivered, cream-colored envelope, smelling of
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