“Where’s our kraken buddy this time?” Keefe asked, squinting at the empty ocean. “The water is too warm here. Last time I sent you to our northern retreat. This is our eastern hold.” Sophie shouldn’t have been surprised that the Black Swan had more than one underwater hideout – or a Psionipath on their team. But it was hard to process how truly huge their organization was turning out to be. “Am I the only one who doesn’t see a prison?” Keefe asked, pacing the length of the bubble.”
