Chapter 4

The frosted glass doors of the clinic shattered into a million glittering shards.

Three men stepped through the dust, their eyes glowing with an unnatural, predatory amber light.

They wore tailored black suits, but their movements were entirely feral.

"The hybrid is here," the lead man hissed, his voice sounding like grinding stones.

The old woman grabbed my arm with surprising strength, her grip cold and unyielding.

"We have to go through the back, Charlotte, right now," she commanded.

I stumbled as another wave of intense heat flared in my belly, making the ambient air shimmer.

The assassins caught our…