Ariana’s POVThe first scream came from somewhere behind us.Then another.Then hundreds.I turned toward the glass capsules as one after another began opening. Silver eyes blinked behind the glass, confused and frightened. Some subjects stumbled out. Others remained frozen, staring directly at me.And somehow, I could feel all of them.Their fear.Their pain.Their confusion.Their hope.It crashed into my mind so violently that I stumbled backward.Damien caught me around the waist. “Ariana?”“Too much,” I whispered, pressing my fingers against my temple.He tightened his grip. “Then don’t listen to them.”I looked at him. “That’s not exactly how it works.”“Then we’ll figure it out.”“You always say that.”He gave me a small smile. “I’m very talented.”Despite everything, I almost laughed.Christopher rushed past us. “Can we flirt after we survive the apocalypse?”Damien glanced at him. “We’re not flirting.”“You’re literally holding her waist.”“She was falling.”“Right. And I’m t
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