Grey felt a piercing gaze directed right at him. It was like someone was trying to read his every move, every thought.
Slowly, he turned, his eyes scanning until they landed on a girl across the room—Rachel, standing next to Michael.
She looked young, a high schooler judging by her uniform, but the look in her eyes was anything but ordinary.
Grey's brow furrowed, trying to place her.
Had he seen her before? He searched his memory but came up empty.
She had to be another survivor, yet there was something different about her that unsettled him.
She was staring at him with a strange intensity, almost like he'd done something to offend her—but they'd never met.
For a moment, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was dangerous. Grey knew strength when he saw it, and he could sense that Rachel was easily the strongest in the room second to him, ignoring Apollo.
But he wondered what had she endured to reach that level.
