Cathy's POV
The sun had just begun to dip beneath the horizon, casting an orange hue across the city. The warehouse had been silent for what felt like hours, the tension in the air still thick from the chaos earlier. Tyrell’s presence beside me was a comfort, and I couldn’t help but feel the rush of relief that washed over me every time I looked into his eyes. He had saved me, pulled me from the brink of hopelessness, and now here we were, standing in the dim light of the small room as if nothing had happened. But I knew better. The danger wasn’t over.
As I leaned into him, trying to steady my breath, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It startled me, and I instinctively pulled away to check the screen. The message was from one of the old men. I frowned for a moment, unsure of what it coul
