Everly's consciousness crawled back into her body like a hungover college student after finals week.
She blinked at the ceiling, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth, brain cells slowly assembling themselves into something resembling coherent thought. Her hand flopped onto the nightstand with all the grace of a dying fish, patting around blindly until her fingers closed around her glasses.
The moment those frames settled onto her nose, yesterday's events slammed into her brain like a freight train made of chaos.
Right. The interrogation. The fourth system host she'd "gently persuaded" (read: cornered like a feral cat) into one of Qin Manor's empty rooms. Cassian's ominous promise to "meet again soon"—which translated to "I will materialize in your vicinity at random intervals like a cryptid with impeccable timing and only give you five minutes' warning." And then... Jeremy's phone call.
Oh god, Jeremy's phone call.
