Kane
The floor had collapsed.
And so had my chance of keeping the truth buried.
Dust floated through the ruined corridor while emergency lights flickered weakly above us.
Across the gap—
The exit tunnel waited.
Close enough to see.
Too far to reach easily.
Behind us—
The rink groaned like something dying.
And beside me—
Mason had just destroyed everything.
He knows about the second call.
The words echoed louder than collapsing concrete.
Lena looked between us.
Confused.
Fear growing in her eyes.
My pulse slowed.
Dangerously slow.
Not because of the broken corridor.
Not because Rowan still controlled this nightmare.
But because of that sentence.
The second call.
The one I had spent years pretending never happened.
Lena stared at me.
“What second call?”
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