[How are you planning on looking for underground metas?] Zin's voice carried a note of skepticism.
"I think I should contact Eva. She might know where to start," Jace muttered, still weighing the risks.
Before Zin could reply, there was a knock at the door.
Jace stiffened. He quickly closed the bathroom door where Serai rested, then his bedroom door, before moving toward the front.
He opened the door a crack. Eva stood there, arms folded.
"Come on, open up."
Jace let her in. She walked past him, her eyes scanning him top to bottom. "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be—"
"You're all over the news, Jace." She grabbed the remote off the table and flicked on the TV.
"What are you—"
"Look." She pointed as the broadcast cut through the static.
A news helicopter feed showed the collapsed mall. Fires smoldered in the wreckage. Emergency lights flashed red and blue across the broken streets.
