Third Person POV
The dawn painted the sky in muted shades of pink and gold as Killian watched the two SUVs disappear down the winding road. The tires kicked up dust in their wake, the low hum of their engines fading into the crisp morning air. His sharp eyes lingered on the vehicles until they vanished behind the tree line, only then allowing himself to exhale.
They had made it out.
For now.
But his work was far from done.
"Weapons ready," he commanded, pulling his silver dagger from its holster. "We move fast. We move quiet. If there are prisoners, we get them out. If there’s anything else—" He didn’t need to finish the sentence.
His men nodded, their faces hardening into masks of quiet determination.
**“Let’s move,”** he commanded, turning back toward the warehouse. His el
