Lawrence’s POV

The space was whirling. All I could think of was the live broadcast and the red light that was blinking in the corner of George's hospital room. Blood screamed in my ears, and I gripped the phone tighter. They were more than simply a menace to us. They were observing us.

"Lawrence?" Camilla's voice, gentle and tremulous but full of urgency, pierced the haze in my head.

She held on Mira as though letting go would make her vanish, and I forced myself to look at her pale face. ...