Also by Lola Dodge

Also by Lola Dodge

The Shadow Ravens Series

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Chapter One

Chapter One

QUANTA

If pacing were a sport, I’d definitely be the world champion by now. Too bad the whole being a prisoner thing knocked me out of the running for medals.

I sighed as I started yet another lap around my living room. A track dug into the white carpet, circling my sofa and plastic coffee table.

There were only three things I could do to keep busy. I could draw, but my charcoal sticks were worn to nubs and sketches of landscapes and animals already overlapped on every wall.

I could also keep pacing, but that kept my brain way too free to wonder how much longer this stupid isolation was going to last.

That left option three: using my powers to peek through time.

I flopped on the couch and swung my butt-length black tangles out of the way. I’d chop the mess if anyone would let me near a pair of scissors, but those were off-limits along with anything else flammable, electrical, or sharper than an elbow.

Good call. I’d stab myself with a fork if I thought it would get me out of here.

But it wouldn’t. The Seligo were never letting their favorite Red Helix seer out on the streets.

Red ink flashed at my hip, and I tugged my camisole down to cover my Helix tattoo. I didn’t need the reminder that my DNA was unstable. Technically, I didn’t even need the tattoo. It was supposed to warn other people how crazy dangerous I was, but the only people I ever saw were the ones keeping me locked up. They already knew exactly what I could do.

If I had to be tattooed, I’d stick with the glittering raven drawn between my thumb and forefinger. At least that one stood for something I believed in. I’d been born a Red Helix, but I’d chosen to be a Shadow Raven. A rebel, fighting against Doctor Nagi, his immortal Seligo, and everything they stood for.

Usually.

These last few weeks I felt like a professional pacer.

I hoped it had been weeks. If it hadn’t…

Would there be a sound when I snapped, or would it just happen?

Letting out a breath, I sank deeper into the couch cushions. As my eyes slipped out of focus, the present blurred and my thoughts slid to the blue haze of past and possibility that always camped at the edge of my thoughts.

As soon as I opened up to them, timeghosts bled over the room, fighting for my brain space.