(Elara)
The bunker door clamped shut behind us with a metallic bang and for the first time since the alarms rang loud, silence was all around me.
It wasn’t peaceful, it was suffocating.
I pressed my hand onto the cold steel wall as I tried to steady by pacing heart and my breathing. The alarms were gone now, replaced by the faint sound of hidden generators and Damon’s hoarse voice as he kept barking orders into his earpiece.
“Secure the east wing. Sweep every corridor twice. No one gets out alive.” His tone was sharp and commanding. It was threaded with rage that barely stayed contained.
I swallowed hard, the weight of everything catching up to me now that my ears weren’t ringing with chaos. Mark. His face would not leave my mind. The smile he had given me during the bonfire night wh
