Chapter 10 The Octagram Sigil

Alaina's POV

On the road to the Sanctuary, I reached into my coat pocket. The Blood Eye I had quietly salvaged was turning beneath the fabric in a faint rhythm — short and long, short and long.

Morse code. C-O-M-E.

The eye was probably still wired into Nomon's brain and optic nerve.

So that he c...

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