Lena
Rowan stood at the far end of the corridor.
And for one terrifying second—
Nobody moved.
The flickering emergency light cut across his face, leaving half of it buried in shadow.
The metal case hung from his hand.
Cold.
Ordinary.
And somehow—
More frightening than a weapon.
My pulse hammered painfully.
Because this time—
He wasn’t hiding behind speakers.
He wasn’t running.
He had come to us.
The corridor groaned violently.
Dust floated through a weak red light.
Still—
Rowan remained calm.
The young security guard beside us went pale.
“Oh God…”
His whisper shook.
Rowan looked at him first.
Then at Kane.
And smiled faintly.
“There you are, captain.”
Kane stepped forward instantly.
Protective.
Dangerous.
His voice turned cold.
“Drop the case.”
Rowan tilted h
