Chapter 90 A Monster's Heart: Part One

• The flash drive feels impossibly heavy in my palm. I’ve been standing here for what feels like hours, though the ornate clock on Efrem’s wall tells me it’s been mere minutes since Kane left. My fingers trace the edge of the small device, my mind at war with itself, conflicted.
• Just do it.
• But I hesitate. There’s something about the way Efrem left it here—so deliberately visible, so carefully placed. Like every other test he’s given me, this one carries weight I can’t measure.