CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The world detonated.
The first blast lifted Elena and Jax off the floor like rag dolls, slamming them against the far wall of the maintenance room.
Concrete chunks rained down, sharp and merciless, while steel beams groaned and twisted overhead like dying giants.
The toxin had already stolen most of her strength, but pure terror gave Elena one final surge of adrenaline. She grabbed Jax’s collar with her good hand and screamed his name over the deafening roar.
“Jax...move!”
He was coughing violently, blood trickling from a fresh cut on his forehead, but he shoved her toward the only remaining gap in the collapsing corridor.
The white powder swirled in the blast wind, turning the air into a choking storm. Every breath scorched their lungs.
Numbness had reached Elena
