The Discovery (Part 1)Demetrius had slammed out of the tent without looking back, his fury a visible thing in the cold morning air. I heard his heavy, rapid footsteps fade as he headed toward the main planning structure. Good. That gave me maybe an hour, maybe less.

I got dressed quickly, pulling on the thick, warm layers he provided. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the adrenaline spike left by our last conversation. He thought I was playing games. He thought I was trying to ...