Chapter 12
- Xander Jade
- 2 days ago
- 6 min read
The engine corridor was nearly silent, save for the sympathetic vibration that ran up Marcus’s boots and into the bones of his legs. He stood in the spill of emergency lighting, the pale blue bars on the bulkhead throwing faint stripes up his forearms. There was nowhere else on the ship that felt like this—no people, no expectations, just the low, animal pulse of fusion containment and a lifetime of well-trained ghosts.
