Linh stared at the mark on Khang's shoulder.
Her heartbeat stopped.
For a moment, the warehouse disappeared.
The darkness.
The blood.
The danger.
Everything faded.
Only that symbol remained.
A black crescent intertwined with a silver line.
Simple.
Yet unforgettable.
Because she had seen it before.
Three years ago.
On the night that changed her life.
A sharp pain exploded inside her head.
Linh stumbled backward.
Images flashed through her mind.
Rain.
Screaming.
A road covered in blood.
Someone carrying her.
Strong arms.
A familiar scent.
Then darkness.
The memory vanished before she could grasp it.
"Linh."
Khang's voice sounded distant.
She pressed a hand against her temple.
The pain intensified.
"Linh."
This time he was closer.
Concern flickered across his fa
