"So you want us to find a way to face the dream," Caleb said slowly, his tone guarded.
Sophia nodded, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "Eventually. But first, we protect ourselves. We find others who are willing to understand. And above all—we make sure Naya survives."
'But what's the point of hiding?... That bastard is still out there, walking free like nothing happened,' Caleb thought, his jaw tightening.
His fists clenched at his sides.
'No. I can't let this slide. Not like this.'
He took a deep breath, steadying his thoughts before locking eyes with Sophia.
"So, from everything you've said... you're implying that X has a way to sense the cards? To find any cardholder they want—like some kind of tracker?" Caleb asked, needing confirmation.
Sophia paused as she looked at him—really looked.
There was something dangerous in his eyes now. A cold fire. The kind of look that sent a chill down her spine.
Like someone ready to kill.
