Chapter 33
Vanya
He walked up to me slowly, like I was some ghost risen from the dead, eyes wide and jaw slack. His expression was a mirrored copy of my own. Disbelief. Shock. Fury. But beneath it all—recognition.
“Is my father—” I blurted out, panic spiking in my veins.
“No,” he said quickly, his tone serious as his eyes scanned the crowd. “But the gamma and delta are here. Cover your face. Now.”
Before I could react, Nero reached up and yanked the hood over my head, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. He moved fast, like muscle memory, weaving through the streets and dragging me into the thickest part of the market. The crowd enveloped us, and the mixture of scents made it hard to distinguish one person from another. Good. They wouldn't be able to pick up mine.
Still, I c
