***TRICIA***

“So you finally decided to make yourself useful.” Blake’s voice sliced through the room the moment we stepped inside. Those words hit like a blow to my ribs—sharp and cold. He gestured his hand, and Ryker handed over the relic to him. His eyes moved slowly over the relic in his hand, the Mover humming and glowing faintly as if it recognized… or feared him. I couldn’t tell which.

My stomach tightened, twisting so suddenly I forgot how to breathe. I wanted to speak—I ...