Kaelen POV
Henderson's gun is pointed at Naomi's chest.
The warehouse is dark. Cold. The smell of rust and blood fills my nose. Elara is tied to a chair behind him, her head hanging low. Marco and his men are somewhere in the shadows, waiting for my signal.
But I do not give it. Not yet.
Henderson smiles. That same cold smile I have seen for fifteen years. The man I trusted. The man who stood beside me at my wedding. The man who held my son.
Now he points a gun at my wife.
"Kaelen," he says. "You look surprised. Did you really think I would not plan for this?"
"I knew you were a traitor. I did not know you were a fool."
"A fool? I have outsmarted you at every turn. The Russians. The shipment. The safe house. Your wedding. And now, your wife."
Naomi stands beside me. Her body is te
