POV: Zara

The headache started as a whisper behind my eyes. Then it became a scream.

I doubled over on the cold floor of my cell, hands pressed against my temples. Something was wrong. Not just wrong in the facility, wrong in the world. Like reality itself had torn open and something that shouldn't exist was bleeding through.

My telepathic abilities had always been a curse disguised as a gift. Hearing everyone's thoughts, feeling their emotions like they were my own, never having a ...