The quarantine cell—moments after the green eyed man left…
Zara stood frozen in the middle of the sterile room, her breath shallow, heart hammering. The air felt thick, pressing in on her chest, the walls closing in. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, like a spring wound too far, ready to snap.
She clenched her fists, willing them to stop trembling. Breathe, damn it. She shouldn't be shaken like this. Shouldn't be this unsteady. He got to me. The realization sent a bolt of anger through her, but it was swallowed up by the creeping unease curling around her ribs.
"Strange, those visions of yours."
