Layla’s POVIn silence, we left the parking garage, trudging up the lined gravel pathway to the massive Fraser Pharma building that loomed in front of us. It had a series of shiny corrugated metal roofs that lent the entire structure a menacing air, and the closer we got to it, the tighter my hands
It would only be for a moment, I rationalised as my hold slipped, and then I was flooded by a wave of adrenaline so sharp it made me stumble. Blindly, I reached for the wall and braced myself, and then with a start I realised that I wasn’t blind at all.I could see to a certain extent at least, make
Layla’s POVThe words were immediately enough to jumpstart me out of my shock. I flew forward towards the pod, and immediately started to run my fingers down its edges in the hopes that I would find something—a button, a lever—that would make the lid pop open.“We could just break it, you know,” I m
The questions poured out one after the other, but I could already feel her body start to vibrate with agitation and knew it would only be a matter of moments before we had a full-on meltdown on our hands.“Who–Who are you?” she asked in a voice that was low, breathy and scratchy from disuse. I could
I shut my eyes before the harsh glare blinded me, and for a few moments my body worked tirelessly to return my pupils to a state in which they could function. My grandfather too did the same, and after those few seconds, the two of us started to move in tandem.Going down the same way would be a dea
Layla’s POVMind Workers? I thought, finding it hard to wrap my head around the concept of human (and more importantly, Hunter) Mind Workers. But the truth of my grandfather’s words landed with a dull thud at the pit of my stomach as I lined up the facts in front of me. The both of them moved with
Layla’s POVI could feel my frown deepen as soon as we locked eyes.The old man was smiling, and as soon as this sight registered I felt something in me burn hotter than my fear. It was anger.Could he not see the situation we were in, and how dire things looked right now?I wanted to hurl the words
Layla’s POVWhen it was all far behind us, I would look on the trip back home from Quebec and realise that I remembered almost nothing about it. I found it surprising for several reasons, the least of which happened to be the fact that my mother and I were together for the first time in well over f