Noa froze.

The voice in the hospital speaker wasn’t Sabine. It wasn’t anyone he recognized. It had weight. Depth. Almost soothing like a lullaby played at a funeral.

“You thought she was the only one?” it said again. Calm. Inevitable. Almost… curious.

Noa sat upright, heart slamming against his ribs like it wanted out. The second pulse on the monitor throbbed alongside his own, mocking him.

“What the fuck…” he muttered, fingers clawing at the IV in his arm. He yanked it out, the ...