Mia’s POV
The gates of Dr. Elara Kane’s facility loomed like the jaws of a trap. Our battered convoy rolled inside under heavy guard, the three children’s pods secured in the lead vehicle with Elena. Damien sat rigid beside me, his hand never leaving mine, grip iron-tight. The forced proximity inside the armored truck felt like the last solid thing in a world unraveling at the seams.
Elara waited in the central atrium, flanked by armed scientists and security. Victor and Sophia were dragged from their restraints and forced to their knees beside her. The air hummed with sterile cold and quiet menace.
“Welcome to the true heart of the Kane Bloodline Project,” Elara said calmly, her lab coat pristine. Behind her, glowing medical pods held the hidden daughter and the new infant son she had
