I never thought in all the times I have had running from secrets and dodging pellets that some rumored rebuke would be enough to turn me outside out. And then I am, alone in the dark murk of an abandoned safehouse on the outskirts of the megacity, when a shadowy figure appears in the doorway. Rain batters against the essence roof outdoors with a steady shower, and I can smell the pressure moping in the air like an unseen reality. Phone gripped forcefully in my hand, jiffs pounding in my cognizance, I tense over for whatever comes next.
" Liam," the voice says in a gravelly, low tone. His shape is foggy behind the murk, but there's something unrecognizably familiar in his station — something that makes my skin bottleneck. I study, trying to fete him." Who are you?" I demand, my voice shaking between fury and fear.
