Everything was green.

But not just gas this was deeper. Inside him. Around him. Through him.

Noa’s body wasn’t his anymore. He floated in it. Watching. Listening. Screaming in silence.

Sabine’s voice echoed like a goddamn metronome.

“Let go. Don’t fight it. You were born for this.”

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream.

His fingers twitched. His heart slowed.

The monster wasn’t coming.

It was here.

Back at the safehouse, Alessio’s fist connected with the ...