Last time. The mission in the Ashen District. The demon that had worn a child’s face. Hazel had frozen for two seconds. Two seconds too long. Marcus had taken a claw meant for her. The possession that followed had been slow, insidious—a whisper in the blood. Top had ordered containment. Hazel had argued for extraction. She lost.
"No," Hazel said, leaning forward. Her eyes locked onto the golden spirals. She didn't fight their pull. She rode it. "I'm going to give you exactly what you want." infernal restraintssafe house 2 part 1 hazel hypnotic top
The top, encrusted with microscopic circuitry and pulsing with a soft blue light, was more than just a piece of technology; it was a key to unlocking new levels of human interaction. Hazel had theorized that with this device, they could bypass the conventional barriers of resistance, directly influencing the thoughts and actions of those they encountered. Last time