“Move!” Lucien barked, shoving Solene toward the dripping corridor as the sirens wailed overhead.

Her blade was still in her hand. Her knuckles white. Her mind was nowhere near the door.

“He knew my name before I said it,” she whispered. “He knew ”

“Forget him.” Lucien grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes on him. Water streaked down his face, his jaw locked. “He is a smoke. You’re real. Don’t let him crawl inside your head.”

She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted ...