Chapter 48 Another 'Yves' With A Kiss

• The air inside the facility throbbed. Cold but dry. Heavy but suffocating. The silence was louder than the damned helicopter that dropped them here.
• Izzy stood, arms slack at her sides, but her spine was iron. Her heels clicked slowly across the old tile, the sound echoing like warning shots. Her shadow split in four directions from the overhead lights, each one sharper than the last.
• Thomas grinned, lips splitting like he was peeling back skin.