The woman on the screen blinked once slowly.
Too naturally.
Too human.
Camille felt chills crawl down her arms instantly.
Because dead people were not supposed to stare back at you.
The distorted red lighting across the corridor flickered against the monitors, making her pale face look almost unreal.
But not unreal enough.
Victor's voice crackled through the speakers.
"Okay. Nope. I officially resign from this entire situation."
Nobody answered him.
Dante stared at the screen like he'd seen a ghost.
Maybe he had.
Camille looked carefully at his expression.
Shock.
Confusion.
Something deeper.
Something painful.
Elena crossed her arms tightly.
"That can't be her."
Vivian remained strangely calm.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Camille noticed immediately.
"You knew."
Vivian glanced toward her briefly.
"I suspected."
"That's not the same thing."
"No," Vivian agreed smoothly. "It's worse."
The woman on the screen tilted her head slightly.
