The sound of voices arguing woke me up from my troubled sleep.

I sat up and groaned in pain when a sharp pain cut through my skull at the sudden movement.

I took in my surroundings. My thoughts were still a little groggy. I was in a room of some kind. The walls were made of cement and unpainted. The only furniture was the single twin bed I was lying on and a small dressing table with a mirror on one end. There were no windows—just a single red door on the opposite to the bed.

The voices seemed to be coming from outside the door.

I slowly got out of the bed and made my way to the door. I frowned when I noticed that the shoes I'd been wearing were nowhere to be found. My eyes widened in surprise when I realized that I wasn't wearing the same clothes as before either.

Someone had changed my clothes while I'd been unconscious!

Had it been the man from earlier?

What had Rafael called him?

The Catcher?

I clenched my jaw in fury as my hands curled into fists.

That sick pervert.

The arguing voices seemed to get louder, capturing my attention.

I held my breath as I slowly turned the door handle and sighed in relief when I found it unlocked. A long hallway with a red carpet stretched outside the room. As I followed the sound of the voices down the hallway I noticed that there were three other doors. One beside the one I had been in and two on the opposite wall. Each door was a different color.

Black, Green, Pink, and Red

My eyebrows furrowed at its strangeness.

Finally, I reached a flight of stairs that led down to what seemed to be a den. It was the place the voices were coming from.

"Have you completely lost your mind?" An unfamiliar male voice demanded. "Have you gone fucking mental?" The voice grew louder. "Do you even realize what you have done?" There was a pause as if that person had to catch their breath. "You've jeopardized our entire mission! Everything we've done you've put at risk."

"What was I supposed to do then? Just let them fucking kill her?" A deep voice rumbled.

A shiver ran down my spine when I recognized it. It was the man from my dreams.

The Catcher.

The other voice which I didn't recognize spoke again. "Oh? So you think jeopardizing our identities, our lives, and our missions that help us save hundreds of people is worth saving her? One person?" He laughed coldly, "What makes her so special?"

There was a pause.

The Catcher finally spoke,

"She can access the hive mind."

There was a sharp intake of breath and an audible gasp.

"What do you mean?" This time it was a woman's voice that spoke.

So there were three people.

My heart thudded wildly in my chest as I edged forward on the railing so I could catch a glimpse of them.

The first person that caught my eye was him, the stranger from my dreams, the Catcher.

His hair was pulled back from his face in a topknot putting his striking features on display. My breath caught at the sight of him.

"How is that even possible?" The woman spoke again, drawing my attention.

She was leaning against the back wall. Her hair was jet black and cut short in a pixie cut. She seemed to be an inch or two shorter than me but the black tank top she wore showed off her toned, muscled arms which hinted at her strength.

"It's not. That's impossible." My eyes cut to the man who had spoken. He had sandy brown hair and wore wire-rimmed glasses and even though he was on the leaner side I had a gut feeling that he was skilled enough to kill me."

"I saw her." The Catcher growled.

I'd already seen the Catcher in action. I shuddered as I recalled how fast he'd been, how lethal his movements were. He was like a killing machine. I was no match for him.

"If what you're saying is true, " the woman said again, " then we need to know how she does it."

"Why don't we just ask her since she's here listening to us anyway?" He drawled.

Suddenly the Catcher's head swiveled in my direction. My breath froze in my lungs as his stormy gaze collided with mine.