The voice echoed down the stone corridor. Faint. Wrong. Like someone dragging claws across a memory.
“Jack.” I moved before my brain caught up, sprinting toward the sound.
Beau’s arm slammed across my chest and stopped me with a jolt.
“Stop.” His voice rumbled. “That is not him.”
The hallway swallowed his words. Cold air crept along the walls. The kind that smelled like metal and old secrets buried under concrete.
I tried the mind link. I pushed my thoughts toward Jack with everything I had.
Nothing.
Only static. A high pitched crackle that stabbed behind my eyes.
“No. No no.” I tried again harder, shoving my aura out like a battering ram.
A hand landed gently on my shoulder.
Sophie.
She had followed us down the service staircase, breath uneven, fingers glowing with that soft he
