Shattered Promises
Rory’s POV
The rain had begun to fall in a fine, persistent drizzle by the time we pulled away from the chaos of the ambush. The dark city streets blurred under the wet sheen of neon reflections, and for a brief moment, the world outside the car seemed as uncertain as my racing thoughts. Julian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and every so often, his eyes flickered to mine in silent apology and fierce determination.
I sat there, heart pounding in my ears, struggling to process the barrage of events. The shattered glass, the vicious drive through a narrow alley, and the chilling words of Marcos Castillo over the phone—it all conspired to make the reality of our situation undeniable. Yet, amid the turmoil, one truth burned bright: I wasn’t going to let him t
