There was blood on the window.
Cain didn’t realize it at first. He’d been staring so long his pupils had gone dry, but when Shane burst through the door, panting like he’d outrun Death itself, Cain finally blinked.
DING.
A notification blinked on his screen.
[Incoming call From: Elara Quinn]
Axil glanced at it, confused. “Did she just?”
Cain answered and then video played.
Elara was kneeling, arms yanked behind her back, blood crusted in her hair. Her face was battered, bruises flowering over her cheekbones and neck. A man stepped into view tall, square-jawed, every inch a war machine in uniform.
“General Petrov,” Shane muttered in fear. “Oh f**k. It’s him.”
Petrov smiled into the camera like he was ordering coffee.
“I hear you’ve been causing quite a stir, Vincent.” His voice wa
