The moment Evelyn shrieked my name, the air changed.
There was no hesitation, no tremor of uncertainty in her voice. Just a hard, mechanical certainty. Her eyes—normally fierce but full of life—were blank now. Emotionless. Controlled.
And locked straight on me.
She launched forward.
"Move!" I barked.
Sienna dropped to one knee behind a support pillar, shielding Camille. Alexis dove to the side. Evelyn didn't break stride. Her foot planted and she pivoted, recalibrating mid-motion, barreling toward me with the speed of someone who knew exactly how much force it would take to kill me.
I barely dodged the first blow. Her fist sliced through the air where my head had been. Not wild. Calculated. She was reading every movement, every micro-adjustment in my balance.
She was using her Psychological Insight skill and predicting me.
I grunted, rolling behind a console. "She's locked in on me. Don't get in her way!"
