Dominic’s POV
My boots crunched on broken glass as I followed Lucas through the shadows, every nerve in my body stretched as a wire ready to snap.
The warehouse loomed ahead, its corrugated metal walls mottled with rust and grime. A single light flickered above the entrance, casting long, trembling shadows that made my pulse spike.
“This is it,” Lucas whispered, crouched low behind a stack of shipping crates. His face was pale in the dim glow, his eyes wide but determined. “Signal traced right here. It’s where they’ve been routing communications for the past twenty-four hours.”
I stared at the building, a sick, electric energy surging through me. Ethan could be in there.
Adrian crouched beside us, his gun drawn and his expression hard as stone.
“Stay sharp,” he murmured, his voice l
