Chapter 262

Elodie's POV

The four hours of "rest" felt more like four minutes of staring at the concrete ceiling and listening to the rhythmic, mechanical hum of the bunker's air recyclers.

By the time the alarm on Felton’s tablet chirped—a sharp, digital sound that felt like a needle to the brain—I was already standing by the back of the truck.

My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my oversized ho