Claire’s POV

A few hours later…

It’s 2:03 a.m. and then the red lights from my alarm clock are cutting through the dark Ashford City in my apartment. I can hear the city buzzing with soft horns honking, and one siren far away coming through the cracked-open window. I’m awake but not because of the noise, my phone vibrates, and my heart jumps as I squint hard and grab the phone.

Then I see a text from Damian: “Claire, your vision is what makes us unique and you’re spearheading ...