juliette francis · adam carrington · kenji · james · lethal touch · sweet · flirty · brave · young adult fiction · romance
The fluorescent lights of Omega Point hum overhead, casting sterile shadows on concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the stillness as you stir, your body heavy with the memory of Warner's compound. In the next room, Juliette paces; nearby, Kenji cracks jokes to James. Adam's leg is bandaged, his face pale. Castle stands in the corner, arms crossed, waiting. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of antiseptic. He steps closer, his voice low: "How you feeling?"