The door beneath Bloodmoon opened with a sound that Maya felt more than heard. A deep metallic groan traveled through the floor. Dust fell from the ceiling. Then the lights in the corridor turned black. For one terrifying second, nobody moved. Maya stared toward the southern wing. Her mother. Alive. Somewhere beneath them. The thought was too enormous to fit inside her mind. Julian stepped beside her, weapon already in his hand. “Stay behind me.” Maya didn't even look at him. “No.” “Maya.” “You heard her.” “I heard a voice.” “I know that voice.” Her eyes burned. “I know my mother's voice.” Julian's expression softened for half a second. Then the sound came again. BOOM. The entire estate shook. Vance's voice crackled through the communicator. “Julian, we're losing the southern corridor.” “How many?” “Unknown.” “Where's Clara?” “With me.” A burst of gunfire exploded through the speaker. Vance swore. “They're inside the vault.” Julian looked at Maya. “I'
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