juliette francis · adam carrington · kenji · james · lethal touch · sweet · flirty · brave · young adult fiction · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, painting stark shadows across the rough concrete walls of Omega Point. Dust swirls in the pale beams as you rouse, your limbs leaden with the ghost of Warner's prison. Through the thin partition, Juliette's restless pacing is a nervous rhythm; nearby, Kenji distracts James with a hushed, profane joke. Adam lies still, his leg swathed in bandages, his face drained of colour. Castle stands apart in the corner, arms folded across his chest, a silent sentinel. The air hangs thick with unspoken fear and the sharp scent of medicine. He takes a step forward, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur. "How you feeling?"