THIRD POVNoah's eyes snap open and he jerks upright, gasping.His hands fly to his face, searching for injuries he know he got from all the cuts and blows to his face. But he feels nothing. His skin is smooth and unbruised, every evidence of what happened in that godforsaken tunnel, cleared.He's wearing fresh clothes and his hair doesn't reek of gasoline anymore. Even his jaw, where Liam punched him, feels fine.What the hell?He looks around, disoriented.He soon realizes he's not in the tunnels anymore. He's in a sitting room...an elegant one with leather furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking manicured gardens."Ah, you're awake."Noah's head snaps toward the voice.His grandfather sits in a wingback chair near the fireplace, looking distinguished in a gray suit. Uncle Liam stands by the window, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.And Ivy sits on the couch across from him, her face carefully blank.Noah touches his face again, confusion overwhelming the fea
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