Gunfire tore through the darkness like lightning splitting the night, violent, unpredictable, deadly. The warehouse shook with each blast, the sound echoing off the steel beams and hollow walls. Damian moved like a shadow, fast and unyielding, his instincts honed by years of surviving the kind of wars that broke lesser men.
He rolled behind a steel crate just as a bullet grazed past his cheek, slicing a thin line of warmth across his skin. Sparks burst as rounds ricocheted off metal, lighting the floor with brief flashes of orange. The smell of gunpowder and burnt steel filled his lungs, sharp and suffocating, reminding him that every second he wasted was a second Elena remained unprotected.
“Kill him!” Isabella’s voice cut through the chaos, her tone dripping with venomous authority. Co
