KADE
Something felt wrong but I had no f*****g clue what the hell was happening.
I sat at the corner booth of Sley's Bar, nursing a glass of whiskey I'd barely touched. The liquid caught the dim overhead lighting, creating amber reflections that I found myself staring at instead of thinking too hard about the chaos my life had become.
The bar was one of those typical dive places—sticky floors, neon beer signs flickering on wood-paneled walls, the smell of grease from the kitchen mixing with stale cigarette smoke that had probably been embedded in the furniture for decades.
My phone sat on the scarred table in front of me. I'd tried reaching Damon through the mindlink three times in the last hour but felt nothing.
Complete radio silence like someone had severed the connection with sci
