Chapter 202

The morning was sharper this time, colder somehow, as if the city itself had shifted overnight. Alex woke to a restless feeling, one they couldn’t quite name. The sun peeked weakly through the blinds, casting long, thin shadows across the floor. The space felt… different. Alive, yes—but charged. Tense.

Amara was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a notebook in her lap. She was scribbling furiously, pausing every so often to stare at the ceiling or the wall ...