[POV: Jack Monroe]

"Wake up, Sofia! Don't you dare close those eyes, do you hear me? Look at me! Sofia, look at me!"

Jack Monroe’s voice was a jagged rasp, tearing through the settling dust and the chemical fog that clung to the ruins of the Black Site’s lower levels. He was on his knees in the center of the debris, his muscular frame shaking with an intensity that had nothing to do with the freezing mountain air. He cradled Sofia against his chest, his hands—stained with soot, blood, and the shimmering blue residue of the smashed antidote—pressed firmly against her cheeks. The structural supports groaned above them, a rhythmic,...