Nate started having dreams.
Of fire. Of screaming. Of people calling out his name—but not from this life. A woman with tear-filled eyes. A man wielding a sword that glowed like the sun.
He didn't tell the others.
But Ava noticed.
"You're acting weird," she said, sitting next to him by the shore.
"I'm fine."
"You're lying."
He hesitated. "I think I'm remembering something… but it doesn't make sense."
She looked at him. "When you're ready, tell me."
Meanwhile, the group in black struck first—raiding the wreck, taking the documents, and torching it to the ground.
They were sending a message.
But so was Nate.