Chapter 45 The Voice That Wore His Name

• The voice didn’t echo. It slithered. It came from everywhere and nowhere at once, curling around Emma’s spine until she could barely breathe.
• Her glasses flickered violently, readings blurring into static. [Identity Error.] [Signal Corruption.] [Warning: Cognitive interference detected.]
• “Jared?” she whispered, even though she already knew. The light in front of her pulsed once, then took form—broad shoulders, familiar hair, the same grey eyes. But the warmth that had always softened his face was gone.