Zayne's POV
I told her I trusted her. That didn’t mean I was stupid enough to let her walk into hell alone.
I followed Aurora from three blocks back, staying downwind, every instinct screaming at me to grab her hand and drag her somewhere safe.
She moved with purpose, her shoulders straight, her steps steady. No hesitation. No fear.
It terrified me. It also made my chest ache with pride.
“She shouldn’t be doing this alone,” Alan muttered beside me as we climbed the rusted fire ladder of the abandoned warehouse.
“She’s not,” I replied quietly. “She just doesn’t know we’re here.”
We rolled onto the roof, keeping low. The metal was cold beneath my palms, vibrating faintly with the sounds below, voices, movement, tension coiling tight.
I peered through a broken skylight.
Aurora stoo
