“That looks like... smoke. Or an explosion. I don't know, but it's massive,” I said, standing up and moving to the balcony railing for a better look.

Malcolm was right behind me. After a tense moment, his voice was low and firm. “Angie, get inside.”

“Why?” I asked, only half-turning. “Is it dangerous?”

“I believe so. Come in. I'll send a team of Sentinels to investigate—“

He never finished his sentence.

The door to my room burst open, and Dan and Allison rushed in, their faces etched with panic.

Right behind them, my mother and Lira appeared, their expressions a mirror of the same, chilling fear.

“What's going on?” I...