The chopper blades carved the alpine wind like razors, the rumble of the engine a low thrum in Damien’s ears. Beneath them, the snow-dusted ridges faded into a canvas of white and gray, isolated and untouched, the ideal setting to conceal monsters.
Damien looked out the side window, teeth gritted.
“How far?”
“Three clicks,” Gabriel said from the seat next to him, his eyes on the tactical tablet strapped to his forearm.
“The lab’s built into a cliff face. No visible entry point, though thermal scans indicate underground architecture.”
“A vault.”
“More of a tomb,” Gabriel said under his breath.
The pilot gave a signal. “Touching down in two.”
As the chopper swooped low toward the ridge, Damien’s mind raced back to earlier that morning, Isla hovering over Ethan’s bedside, a tiny bla
