  DRAKE POV
  &quot;Mina. Any chance the Turbo Frog can go any faster?&quot; I ask. My knuckles are turning white as my grip tightens on my tablet, where Rika's messages taunt me. My seatbelt is suffocating, and having to sit still might drive me mad before we get there. I have to do something. There has to be something—
  &quot;Not without compromising the stealth cloaking. We'll be there soon,&quot; Mina replies, focused on all the instruments and equipment in front of her.
  &quot;What news?&quot; Xander demands.
  &quot;The WASP top brass are planning to wipe out humankind,&quot; I mutter. Even in my darkest nightmares I didn't imagine they'd have something so sinister in the works. &quot;Maybe leave some survivors to feed vampires, but—&quot;
  &quot;You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me,&quot; Callum snaps. &quot;For what—&quot;
  &quot;Because they're destroying the planet. Supposedl

  DRAKE POV
  &quot;Coming in for a landing. Brace yourselves,&quot; Mina orders into the intercom that addresses everyone on the Turbo Frog. But I've been braced, ever since Rika told us what the top brass is planning. I don't think my body could get any more tense.
  &quot;Right on,&quot; Xander replies. Out the windshield, a lone figure, eerily familiar, is waiting for us at a set of glossy white docks in a cavern emblazoned with the WASP logo.
  &quot;Any idea who that is?&quot; Callum asks me.
  &quot;No, but I expect we'll find out. Rika said something about a guide. Doesn't matter who it is as long as they get us where we need to go,&quot; I mutter. All I want is to get into wherever they're keeping Sasha, get her out, and then burn this place to the fucking ground.
  &quot;WASP rotten,&quot; Sasha's voice echoes in my head. &quot;Take more than one…to do what you say.&quot;
  She

  RIKA POV
  &quot;You mean, wipe out their entire species? Destroy humankind completely?&quot; Sasha's voice crackles through my headset as Zoe and I make our way through fae-crafted tunnels, courtesy of Tempest and Ariadne, to our assigned station for the upcoming coup. The video feed on the tablet in my hands is fuzzy, despite my best efforts—damn internet doesn't know where we are, probably—but Berach's malevolence, at least, is unobscured.
  &quot;Holy fucking shit,&quot; Zoe whispers, a sentiment I echo. &quot;What do you think she's going to do?&quot;
  &quot;Ask questions and try to find another solution, at least at first,&quot; I mutter. Turbo Frog's still at least an hour out, even with their crazy speed, I calculate, looking through all the different data feeds at my disposal. And that's before we factor in getting them into the Ruling Council's chamber from the low docks.
  

DRAKE POV
  &quot;Mina. Any chance the Turbo Frog can go any faster?&quot; I ask. My knuckles are turning white as my grip tightens on my tablet, where Rika's messages taunt me. My seatbelt is suffocating, and having to sit still might drive me mad before we get there. I have to do something. There has to be something—
  &quot;Not without compromising the stealth cloaking. We'll be there soon,&quot; Mina replies, focused on all the instruments and equipment in front of her.
  &quot;What news?&quot; Xander demands.
  &quot;The WASP top brass are planning to wipe out humankind,&quot; I mutter. Even in my darkest nightmares I didn't imagine they'd have something so sinister in the works. &quot;Maybe leave some survivors to feed vampires, but—&quot;
  &quot;You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me,&quot; Callum snaps. &quot;For what—&quot;
  &quot;Because they're destroying the planet. Supposedly.&quot;
  &quot;What, you mean climate change and shit?&quot; Xander questions.
  &quot;Yeah.

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