Zion's POV
The world collapsed into silence the moment those words escaped his lips.
"You'll never discover what the antidote is."
My grip remained locked around his throat, blood still coating my knuckles from the previous strike. Sinclair lay beneath me, that twisted smile stretching across his battered face. He stared up at me with the confidence of a man who believed he held all the cards. Maybe he did.
"Zion," Scarlett's voice trembled from somewhere behind me. "Zion—"
The fear threading through her words cut deeper than any blade could.
"It's an unknown compound," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I can't identify it."
Damn.
Every fiber of my being demanded I tear him apart, rip his throat open, and watch him pay for what he'd done. But I couldn't. Not when Windsor's life hung in the balance.
"Did you really think I'd be such a fool?" Sinclair laughed, the sound raspy but fearless. "I planned every detail, naturally," he continued with casual arrogance.
