AIDEN POV
Seven was not a name. Not really. A name belonged to a person, To someone with a childhood, a favorite food, maybe a mother who once thought he was worth loving.
And I was rapidly losing interest in granting personhood to the man who had put Perse on a table and tried to turn her into a research problem.
Seven was not a name.
Seven was a target.
Eden walked ahead of us barefoot, golden-eyed and silent, following something none of us could see or smell. Not a hallway map. Not signs. Not logic. Whatever thread she had caught, it pulled her deeper into the facility instead of out of it.
At least, that was my impression.
Like the f**k I knew if I was right.
We were going up, and up could mean freedom or doom.
Fifty-fifty.
Comforting odds.
We needed to find Seven, for wh
