Mia’s POV
The vault felt smaller with every passing hour. Our two newborn sons slept in the reinforced crib, their soft breaths the only calm in the storm. Theo and Elias — innocent lives caught in a web of engineered bloodlines and ruthless obsessions. I watched them, heart aching, while Damien paced like a caged wolf, coordinating defenses on the secure comms.
Elena’s voice crackled through: “Perimeter holding for now, but we’ve lost contact with two outer teams. Victor’s allies are regrouping.”
Damien’s hand found mine, squeezing with that familiar possessive strength. In the dim light of the vault, forced proximity wrapped around us again no escape, no distractions, just the weight of everything unsaid. His touch grounded me, reminded me of the man who had claimed me through fire an
