One Week Later

“Are you listening, Vix?”

“Hm?” Vix glanced up from the pale white book lying in her lap. “Did you say something?”

Caine, sitting at the edge of one of the sagging couches within Mirra’s hideout, shook his head and slumped back. “Never mind.”

A prickle of annoyance went through Vix. She raised her book higher, blocking Caine from view, and continued to read.

‘All that exists in our physical world, every object we touch, ...