57. Sienna
Sienna
T he door opens slowly.
Not forced.
Not triggered by motion.
Invited.
Cold spreads instantly through my chest.
“No.”
Ronan glances toward me. “What?”
I stare at the dark opening ahead.
The lights beyond it glow soft white instead of red.
Too clean.
Too deliberate.
“They want us to go through there.”
Silence settles hard across the room.
Because we all understand what that means.
Trap.
Jonah steps forward anyway.
Of course he does.
“Then we go.”
I grab his arm before he takes another step.
“This is a trap.”
“Yeah.”
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just certainty.
“But it’s also where she is.”
The words hit hard because I know he’s right.
I can feel it now.
Every instinct.
Every calculation.
Every piece of ORACLE logic still tangled inside my head.
Elizabeth is behind that door.
I swallow hard.
Then nod once.
“Stack up,” Cal says quietly.
Weapons rise immediately.
Breathing changes around me.
Controlled.
Ready.
Deadly.
“On me,” Jonah says.
Pain still shadows every movement he makes.
Doesn’t matter.
Nobody argues.
Not even me.
Not this time.
We form up behind him and move toward the open doorway together.
Into the trap.
Into whatever HELIOS prepared for us.
Into the place my sister has been waiting for me all these years.