Damsel in Disguise (Yin-Yang #1)

Chapter 35

This isn’t formatted like an article.

It’s not even structured like a report.

It feels wrong. So so wrong.

My eyes move in a frenzy over the screen—scanning, catching fragments. Does not exist… three heads… control… erased records…

I feel my pulse spiking up from raw, unfiltered terror. This is something someone tried to piece together before it disappeared.

My thumb hovers at the edge of the screen.

For a second, I almost consider closing it.

I don’t.

The screen glitches like a skipped breath.

And then….