The Killing Antidote -

Now, standing on the concrete stairs with the Catalyst in her hand, Lena realized the Antidote had already done its work. Not by making her weak. By making her see .

The Antidote had won.

Tonight was the last job. A target in a high-rise overlooking the river. A man named Elias Voss, who’d ordered the deaths of forty-seven aid workers. Killing him was right. Killing him was justice. The Killing Antidote

The Killing Antidote didn’t save the monster. Now, standing on the concrete stairs with the

She tucked the Catalyst into a storm drain. Watched it wash away. a slow-acting ghost.

She stopped on the landing.

But the Antidote was already in her bloodstream, a slow-acting ghost.