The night bled into pure chaos. Gunfire chewed through the safehouse walls, bullets cracking plaster and splintering wood like thunder rolling through bone. The old building groaned under the assault, but it wasn’t the house Dante wanted… it was them.
Kael moved like water poured through fire, cold precision in every step. His Glock barked once, twice, cutting a man’s silhouette down at the window. The muzzle flash painted his face sharp, jaw clenched, eyes burning emerald in the dark.
Seraphina pressed herself against the overturned table, breath shallow, shards of glass biting her palms where she braced. The sound was deafening—gunfire, shouted orders, boots scraping against gravel. She hated the way her hands trembled. Hated the part of her that wanted to stay crouched in the dark.
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