The air crackled with dread as Avery, Lucas, and their friends crowded in the covert lab, going over material from their present-day attempt to retrieve Damien. Weeks had passed since his sacrifice, and while they had made progress in understanding the character of his current life, a solution remained elusive.
Avery wiped her sleepy eyes, a frustrated expression on her face. "There must be something we are missing," she mumbled.
Lucas comforted her by squeezing her shoulder. "We are going to figure it out. We just want"
A strong knock on the door sent him off. They froze up, replacing anxious looks. Nobody outside their small organization knew about this lab or their covert operations.
Zara moved to respond, her silver eyes narrowed in mistrust. When the door swung open, they were faced with an unexpected sight: Dean Blackwood, who appeared more agitated than they had ever seen him.
