Chapter 110

With the last shred of consciousness, Clara managed to slide the thin silver needle beneath her skin.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hotel bed. Her limbs felt heavy and useless, yet the room was empty, silent. There was no one else in sight. She did not have time to think. Instinctively, she grabbed her phone and dialed the one number etched into her memory.

The call barely connected when