The room felt like it might break.
Curtains snapped violently against the walls. Shards of glass crunched under Scott's boots as he stepped forward, eyes locked on Trinidad.
She stood in the center of the chaos, chest rising sharply, golden eyes glowing brighter with every second. Her fingers had curled into claws without her noticing. Her breathing wasn't steady—it was instinct.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
And then her gaze shifted.
Straight to Tania.
More specifically—
To the blue orb floating beside her.
The air tightened instantly.
Tania felt it.
That pull.
But this time, it wasn't gentle.
It was threatening.
"Trinidad…" Scott said carefully.
She didn't respond.
Her head tilted slightly, like a predator trying to understand prey.
Then—
She took a step forward.
The floor cracked faintly beneath her bare foot.
Tania instinctively stepped back.
"Okay… that's not normal."
Stacy grabbed her arm.
"I don't think she can hear us."
Scott moved slightly in front of them.
