“No.” Venandi pushed off the drums and picked up her own pack—a sleek, military-grade rucksack with no flags or insignia. “But it means you know how to stay still. That might keep you alive.” The boat ride took fourteen hours. By the end, the jungle had swallowed the sky. Siena’s ears rang with the chorus of howler monkeys, cicadas, and the distant, wet crash of a tree falling into black water.
Venandi looked at her—really looked. “Now you go home. Write your article. Name names. Burn this whole operation to the ground.” Venandi by KC Luck EPUB PDF
“Because someone wants the data. The full infection cycle.” Venandi reloaded. “We’re not looking for a lost team, Dr. Vargas. We’re looking for the people who set this loose. And they’re still here.” By the end, the jungle had swallowed the sky
