~ALINA’S POV~
The room looked like something straight out of a spy movie—the kind where the villain has a secret vault filled with polished guns, bulletproof vests, maps of the world with red dots on enemy cities, and weapons you only see in John Wick or James Bond films.
Oh my gracious Lord.
What in the actual James Bond is this?
I stood frozen at the edge of the room, blinking in pure disbelief, waiting for the image to dissolve like a hallucination.
My chest was tight, my breath shallow.
Nope, this isn’t real.
I slapped my face once.
Then twice.
Then a third time, hard.
“Get a grip, Alina,” I muttered.
But the truth stood firm in front of me—silent, sterile, and terrifying.
I hadn’t expected to find anything when I went snooping. I’d been bored, maybe a little too curious
