The night split open with chaos.
It started with a low rumble — the kind of vibration that came before destruction. Then, the walls shook. Gunfire erupted outside the compound, short bursts echoing through the corridors. I jolted awake, wrists still bound, heart hammering in my chest. For a second, I thought Andrew had come back to finish it — until I heard the sound that froze my blood and set it racing all at once.
A familiar voice through the commotion. Deep. Controlled. Deadly.
“Move in. No survivors.”
Kieth.
My breath caught.
The door burst open before I could even process it. One of Andrew’s men stumbled in, panicked. “They’re here! Williams’ men— they’re everywhere!”
“Get her out!” another shouted. But before he could move, the wall behind him exploded inward. Dust and smoke
