Leo’s POV
I was twenty now, though the age didn’t mean much to me. Time was a blur of orders, blood, and faces I couldn’t remember the next day. They told me I was seven when they found me—broken and barely breathing—and everything before that was wiped clean, like someone had erased my life and left me with nothing but shadows.
Viktor had given me the pieces to fill those shadows. My parents had been betrayed, slaughtered by people they trusted. The family I worked for now had saved me, taken me in when no one else would. It was a debt I could never repay, but every body I left behind was a step closer.
Or so they told me.
The dim light of the warehouse cast long shadows across the concrete floor. It was quiet now, the kind of quiet that made your ears strain for sound. The man on his
