Jack hadn't seen her in six years.
Not since she vanished with classified evidence from a relic recovery op that nearly ended his career before Elara ever did.
Not since she told him, in that low, almost apologetic voice, "You won't understand why I'm doing this. But you will."
She'd disappeared after that.
Burned aliases. Erased traces. Left Jack with a note he never found and questions that he never stopped asking themselves.
Now, Amina Rowe was lying in a hospital bed on the edge of the city.
Comatose.
Hooked to machines monitoring her brain, her heart, and her blood chemistry—none of which made sense. According to the report Jack had received anonymously, Amina's brain activity fluctuated between sleep cycles, which she shouldn't have been capable of in a non-conscious state. Her blood registered traces of metallic particles, similar to those found in relic-carved tech.
And most disturbing of all—
She had no identification on file.
No one had admitted her.
No one had signed her in.
It was like she'd appeared there.
Or been placed.
Jack stood at the foot of her bed, eyes tracing the lines of her face.
Her hair was longer. Her skin pale.
But it was her.
Still her.
And he hated how his chest ached when he realized it.
Lena stood in the corner of the observation room, arms crossed.
"You know what this looks like," she said quietly.
Jack nodded once. "A trap."
"Bait, more like," she added. "Someone wants you here."
"They got what they wanted."
Lena handed him a small data slate. "The hospital's internal footage was wiped from the last seventy-two hours. External cams too. But I pulled the black box logs from their security grid. Amina was brought in by a civilian ID'd as C. Harlan. The file's corrupt. Doesn't exist in any official registry. I ran facial ID—guess what?"
Jack didn't answer.
Lena tapped the slate.
"It's Ezra."
Jack turned toward her sharply. "Ezra brought her here?"
"Two nights ago," Lena confirmed. "Left her in the ER. Told them she collapsed on the train."
"Why?"
Lena shrugged. "I've learned not to ask why when Ezra's involved. Just when."
Jack looked through the glass again.
Amina twitched.
A small movement—barely noticeable—but her fingers curled in slightly.
"She's dreaming," he said.
"Yeah," Lena whispered. "But about what?"
Jack stepped into the room.
He didn't ask for permission.
The nurses didn't stop him.
He pulled a chair beside the bed, sat down, and studied her for a long moment.
"Amina," he said softly.
No response.
"I don't know if you can hear me. I don't know if this is even real. But if you're in there… I need you to wake up."
He hesitated.
"You always did have the worst timing."
Silence.
Then—
Her hand moved again.
A tremor, sharper this time.
Jack leaned in.
"Amina. It's me. Jack."
Her eyes opened.
Just a sliver.
But enough.
She blinked once. Twice. Pupils dilated unevenly.
Her lips moved.
No sound.
Jack leaned closer.
Her breath was shallow. Dry.
Then she whispered:
"They're trying to fix me…"
Jack froze.
Amina looked past him, into nothing.
"But I wasn't broken."
Her eyes fluttered shut again.
The machines beeped steadily.
Lena stepped in, voice low. "She's not stable. I scanned her vitals. There's something in her nervous system. Something that looks synthetic."
Jack looked back at Amina.
"She mentioned 'they'—she knows who did this."
"She might," Lena said. "But that brain pattern… it's not normal. It's like she's syncing with something. Like a tether."
Jack stood.
"Can we move her?"
"Out of the question. She's integrated into this ward's internal systems. You cut the link too early; she could flatline. Whatever they injected into her is running through the building."
Jack stared at the monitors.
A relic.
He was sure of it now.
"She's carrying one, isn't she?" he said.
"Or it's carrying her," Lena replied.
Jack rubbed his jaw.
"Get Ezra. Find him. I want to know why he brought her in."
"You trust him now?"
"No," Jack said. "But he has a pattern. He likes to stay alive. If he delivered her to a hospital instead of the Raven Circle, that means something went wrong."
Lena sighed. "I'll pull his location tags. If he's nearby, I'll know."
She left the room.
Jack sat back down.
Amina's breathing slowed again.
He watched her chest rise and fall.
Then something caught his attention.
A shimmer beneath her hospital gown.
Metal.
He carefully pulled the fabric aside—just enough to see the edge of a small implant at her collarbone.
Engraved with a single symbol.
A fractured wing.
The same mark from the healer's pendant.
Only now… it wasn't dormant.
It was pulsing.
Jack's phone buzzed.
Lena's voice came through. "Jack. Ezra's on the move. He just entered the city. He's headed to you."
Jack stared at the implant.
Of course, he was.
Because this wasn't just about Amina.
It was about what was inside her.
Jack stood, backing away from the bed.
He looked down at Amina one more time.
"You were always a liar," he said. "But I never figured you for a pawn."
Outside, the hospital lights flickered.
And in the street below, a black car pulled up to the curb.
Ezra Night stepped out, looking far too calm for a man walking into a trap of his own making.