Callie’s POV
My brain simply stopped working.
The rational, rent-paying, floor-scrubbing part of my mind hit a wall and flatlined completely. I was standing in a subterranean bunker that was shaking hard enough to rattle my teeth, hiding behind a giant covered in glowing tattoos, all while a man in a ruined bespoke suit told me there was a monster in the dark…and that it wanted me.
“I need to leave,” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the grinding roar of the earth. “I need to go. Let me out!”
Driven by pure survival instinct, I tried to pull away from Raiden, every nerve screaming at me to run for the blast doors, claw my way up to the surface, and keep running until my lungs gave out.
“You can’t!” Raiden roared, wrapping one massive, immovable arm around my waist and dragging me
