(Luca’s POV)
Luca had never liked Halston at night.
Even as a player, even before the fire, there was something too still about it.
But this?
Now?
It was a graveyard.
The north wing had been cordoned off since the fire. The entire structure condemned, patrolled only occasionally by campus security.
And tonight, they weren’t supposed to be here.
The gate was still locked when they arrived. James had handled the access codes with help from an old contact in maintenance.
“No alarms,” James said through the comms in their ears. “You’ve got forty minutes before the next pass. In and out.”
Luca’s hand tightened around Emery’s as they crossed through the rubble.
He could feel her shaking.
But not from fear.
From memory.
She hadn’t said much in the car.
Just held that letter from Na
