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Chapter 100 The Underground King
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2026-06-28 00:15:53Damian finds me in the maintenance alcove an hour later, which means he has spent that hour learning the one corner of this city the cameras do not watch, the same way I would have, the same way Leo did before either of us.
“They’re keeping you comfortable,” he says, taking in the alcove, the pipes, the thin place in the field.
“That’s their mistake. Comfortable people wander.”
“How did you get free of your handlers?”
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