The deep hum of the Koenigsegg's engine pulsed through Parker's bones, a steady, powerful vibration that matched the slow, measured rise and fall of his chest. His fingers drummed lazily against the steering wheel, a picture of relaxed control, but his mind was anything but calm.
Something felt off. Very off.
His gaze flicked upward, locking onto the overhead camera, and the second he did, a wave of Ether energy slammed into his senses like a silent explosion. He could practically feel the manipulation in the air, subtle yet potent, threading through the camera's system like invisible hands twisting reality itself.
To the average person? It was nothing. Just a regular security feed doing its job.
To an Omni user like him? It was screaming.
Someone was watching. Closely. Too closely.
His jaw tightened, the smallest flicker of irritation flashing through his cold, calculating stare. He had a damn good idea who was behind it. And he hated it.
