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Not Champaign’s and little bubblies. Even though I looked like a million dollar on two legs in Kara’s dress, poverty still clung into me like second skin. No amount of diamonds of expensive body washes could ever waya away the stench of poverty. It was just there, clinging on me. Alive like second skin. Unlike outside, the air in here was colder. It was more tense that watching the war between the NATOS and the NAZIS. It was a whole graveyard of living beings. I took in the lavish space. It was red. Everything around was painted blood red. From the plush carpets to the walls, and the dimmer chanderlieas hanging from the ceiling.

Jenna’s POV The council’s house looms before us, a sprawling, fortress-like structure shrouded in shadows. Its high, jagged walls are topped with razor wire, and ominous black towers rise into the night sky, their floodlights sweeping over the grounds like watchful eyes. The very air around the place feels oppressive, heavy with the weight of suffering and despair. As we’re herded closer, I can make out the details—the thick iron gates, the barred windows, the faint, distant cries of prisoners echoing through the night. My stomach churns, dread pooling in my chest. This isn’t a house. It’s a prison.

Hailey let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked to the banquet hall. Nikolai walked behind her, but inadvertently found that the fabric behind her back was drenched. In the early spring weather, there was no heating system in the corridor. It was a little bit cold. How could she sweat so much? ......... ...... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book,

The atmosphere inside Jax's industrial loft was thick with the scent of ozone, expensive bourbon, and a simmering, violent tension that had been building for years. Outside, the city was a blurred smear of neon and rain, but inside, the world had narrowed down to three people standing in a triangle of mutual, burning resentment.

Gardens. Tiny bicycles. The sight stopped them cold. Because it looked normal. Almost beautiful. Like a school. Like a daycare. Like somewhere children should laugh. And for a brief moment Nova forgot where they were. Forgot what island this was. Forgot who built it. Then she saw the smoke. And remembered. The nursery stood at the center of the compound. A large building. Three floors. One entire side engulfed in flames. Children ran everywhere. Some crying. Some screaming. Some simply standing still.

He pulled me into his arms, his chest a solid wall against my fear. “Then we go,” he said. “But you aren’t walking into that room alone.” The drive to the high desert was a descent into a different kind of hell. The lush greens of the coast were replaced by the jagged, sun-scorched browns of the interior. The facility was a brutalist nightmare of concrete and razor wire, a place designed to erase the humanity of everyone inside its walls. The air inside smelled of industrial bleach and stagnant breath. I felt the old panic rising—the feeling of the “Glass Sarcophagus”—but Toby’s hand was a constant, grounding pressure against the small of my back.

That's an order,’ I replied. "Okay, here goes," Saraya said and opened up the portal. It was about ten p.m and the grounds seemed deserted but I wasn't fooled. We may have killed off thousands of their lap dogs, but I knew better than to think they weren't more of them lurking about. The factory was indeed an enormous shed lined with iron cages all around the four walls and piled up to the height of the high-ceiling room. The stench of unwashed bodies, body waste, and drugs was thick in the air.

style chapter where Elara must find the mole before the Hunters arrive. • Chapter 20: The Desert Rose • Setting: The Sahara Desert, Morocco. • Plot: The most grueling physical trial yet. The "Sponsors" use a satellite-based sun-cannon to track Elara’s heat signature across the dunes. • Chapter 21: The Mirage City • Setting: The Deep Desert. • Plot: Elara finds a city made entirely of glass and polished steel. She realizes the city itself is a giant magnifying lens designed to incinerate anything in its center.

*** Inside the empty long grey hall adjacent to the inspection room, Elena was waiting anxiously in line with other sold girls. About half an hour ago, they arrived at this strange city hidden in the middle of the desert. It was built with iron and steel and was full of raw cement-made tall buildings. Nothing resembled her impression of the desert at all. And most importantly, when they got out of the wagon and landed on the ground, they found that the color of the sky had changed, and there wasn't any sand and wind around them anymore.

Some older, lower part of me reading what the rest had to catch up with. I nodded once, angry at how immediate the obedience felt. Outside, the cold struck hard, but the stink struck harder. It wrapped itself around the skin and sat in the throat. The buildings ahead were low industrial carcasses, warehouses and loading bays half-fallen into neglect, ringed by bent fencing and weed-cracked concrete. One security lamp burned above the far yard, guttering at the edges, throwing out a weak cone of light that only made the dark around it feel thicker. Somewhere in there, Jenny was alive or she was not, and every breath I took seemed to tell me that if she was alive, she was being held in a place