Lorelei

The world stopped. My blood, which had been pounding with the thrill of discovery, turned to ice in my veins. Gamma Marcus filled the doorway, his hulking frame a wall of menace blocking the light. His eyes, glinting like polished obsidian, pinned me where I knelt, the false floorboard still ajar.

Every instinct screamed to run, to fight, but my body was rooted to the spot, a rabbit caught in the gaze of a wolf.

The blueprint in my hands suddenly felt huge, heavy with danger. My ...