"Haaa" Enzo dragged in a deep breath, chest rising sharply as he forced himself upright inside the weavepod. Heat clung to his skin, sweat slipping down his temples and stinging his eyes. His heart still raced, echoes of the weave lingering in his thoughts like fading noise.
His gaze snapped around the chamber.
Two pods were gone.
Raven's. Zeke's.
The empty spaces felt louder than any alarm. A cold knot formed in his stomach as understanding settled in. Someone had taken them. Clean. Quiet. Planned.
A chill crept along his spine. If he truly had been the target, he would be waking up somewhere else right now. Not here. Not free. The realization made his jaw tighten. This place was too exposed. Too easy. He needed to make an investment soon, something solid, something permanent.
After all, he was not without enemies.
