Mika stands, slowly and deliberately, as if the very weight of what she's about to say demands the room's silence. Her gaze fixes on Chris, whose chest rises and falls. The shadows in her eyes seem deeper now, colder, wiser. Something ancient stirs behind them. I still need to understand what's up with this woman.
She walks toward him, calm but commanding.
"Chris."
She says, voice low and powerful,
"It's time we undo what she's done to you."
Chris stiffens.
"Undo what?"
Mika stops in front of him, her tone unwavering.
"You've been poisoned. Not in body, but in spirit. Price has been feeding you thoughts—planting them, twisting them—especially about Kattie, but with your brother Zayn here as well. You think they're your own, but they're not. They were designed to grow inside you."
The room falls eerily quiet. Candy doesn't even blink. Zayn clenches his jaw, arms folded tightly across his chest. I sit frozen, my heart thundering in my ears.
