Chapter 67 Beneath The Surface

• Alex’s POV
• The horizon was painted in hues that seemed like a warning by the ominous, blood-red glare of morning. Though everything was still, the kind of silence one gets before a storm. I couldn't get rid of the sense that something was about to go bad.
• Lena had nodded off, curled up in a factory corner, her tiredness eventually overwhelming her dread. I watched her for a moment, wondering how much of her narrative was accurate. She seemed fractured in a manner only someone who had seen too much, much too quickly could have. Still, I found myself wondering whether she was hiding something. Nobody paid to flee The Order.