ARIA
The forty-eight hours started with Luna drawing facility maps from memory on paper Lyssa had pulled from somewhere in the safe house supplies.
"Three levels," she said, sketching basic layouts. "Ground level is administrative and intake. That's where you surrendered to Marcus. Second level is evaluation and short-term holding. Third level is long-term containment and where they keep the Omegas who've been there for years."
I watched her draw corridors and rooms and mark security checkpoints from memory that was thirteen years old and tried not to think about what it cost her to recreate the place that had held her captive for three years.
"Security rotations?" Kael asked. He was standing behind her watching the maps take shape.
