Elena POV
We finally found the map that shouldn't exist for the blind zone. Even after getting a signal from Adrian's psychic field, we needed to find the right point of entry and exit. Going in blindly would have been disastrous.
The map of holding, where Tiffany keeps Adrian, stretches across the holo-table in fractured layers, showing the topography, infrastructure, psychic distortions, signal voids, each one flickering in and out like something alive, something resisting being known.
With my arms folded already and my eyes locked on the one section that refuses to stabilize. "That is the blind zone," I said, pointing to the section on the holo-table, "this is obviously Quinn's design. His psychotic mind signature is all over it."
"It's not just hidden," Max says quietly from across the table. His voice is rough from days without real sleep. "It's folded. The space overlaps itself. That's why tracking has been quite challenging."
