Mia’s POV
The new breach ripped through the stronghold like a thunderclap. Alarms blared, red emergency lights flooding the corridors as gunfire echoed from the lower levels. I clutched the portable medical pod containing our two newborn sons, their tiny faces peaceful despite the chaos. Theo and little Elias — names we’d barely had time to whisper — were the only pure things left in this nightmare.
Damien moved like a force of nature, barking orders into his comms while keeping me and the babies shielded behind his body. “Elena, secure the west perimeter! Strike team to the armory — they’re coming for the lab data!”
Forced proximity had become our constant companion. In the narrow service corridor leading to the deepest safe vault, Damien’s broad frame pressed against mine, one arm wra
