The voice returned without warning.
Selene had just finished washing her face, trying to ground herself, when the whisper curled at the edge of her mind.
[You care for him. It is a dangerous feeling to have. Bury your feeling and embrace your potential]
She flinched. The voice again. Low, knowing. A whisper that wasn't hers.
She spun toward the mirror, as if expecting someone else to be in the room with her.
"Who are you? What are you?"
She asked, voice low and sharp.
No response.
Nothing.
Not even the faintest echo.
Selene gritted her teeth.
"Coward."
But she could feel it—still there. Still watching. Just… hiding.
She rubbed her forehead. The tension behind her eyes pulsed like a warning, but she forced herself to move past it. There were bigger things to handle.
First, the government.
She pulled out the comms unit and dialed the encrypted frequency she'd received earlier. It clicked twice, then connected.
The man on the other end sounded exhausted—but relieved.
