The abandoned industrial complex we had taken refuge in smelled of rust, oil, and dust. It was far from comfortable, but it was ours for the moment. Every corner, every darkened hallway offered a chance to hide, to rest, to plan. I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the twins shift. Their movements were strong now, almost as if they were aware of the tension in the air, aware that danger was never far away. Damian paced the main floor, eyes scanning every shadow, every sound. His muscles were taut, every sense primed for an attack. Even now, covered in sweat and dried blood from previous fights, he radiated a raw intensity that left no doubt, he would protect me and the twins at all costs. Chloe crouched in the corner, eyes glued to her tablet. Her fingers moved over the screen like a
