AMAYA

The facility was still shaking as we ran.

The red lights made the smoke look like blood.

My heart was thumping against my ribs, and every time the babies kicked, it felt like a jolt of electricity.

We didn’t stop until we were outside, deep in the trees where the air was cold and fresh.

Alvaro stopped suddenly. He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring.

"I smell him," Alvaro whispered.

"Voss?" Javier asked. He was leaning against

 a tree, trying to catch his breath. His face was pale, but his eyes were assessing .

"Not Voss," Alvaro said. "His scent is stale. But I smell the chemicals. The same...