Nora's POV
The silence in the building feels wrong, heavy with something darker than simple emptiness. I scan the lobby again, taking in the unnatural stillness that makes my skin crawl.
"Everyone here is dead?" The question slips from my lips as my eyebrows arch in disbelief.
Mack presses against my legs, offering comfort while confirming my worst fears. The familiar weight of his presence tells me everything I need to know.
James whirls on Hilary, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I knew you'd lead us straight into a trap." His accusation hangs between us as Hilary throws her hands up, genuine shock flooding her features.
"Wait, hold on," she protests, words tumbling out in a rush. "What possible reason would I have for bringing you to a morgue? If I wanted to harm you, I would have done it by now."
