Elena's fingers would not quit shaking. Three hours had passed since their meeting with her twisted doppelganger, yet the image remained etched into her mind. The darkness in someone's eyes, the perverted version of her personal strength, haunted her.
The emergency shelter vibrated with tense energy. Captain Cross's forces had converted the college tunnels into a makeshift compound, complete with medical stations and supply depots. Elena did, however, notice the apprehensive glances and whispered talks that came to a halt as she neared.
News of what they had found within the united dungeons had spread.
"We want to talk." Zach appeared alongside her, his voice quiet. He looked weary, with black circles under his eyes. "Privately."
They discovered a secluded place away from inquisitive eyes. The distant hum of turbines barely obscured the sound of bickering in the main chamber.
