The afternoon air was thick with tension as Damien stepped into the safehouse, the walls humming with quiet conversation and the low static of communication devices. His cousin, Mateo, sat at the table with a laptop open, scrolling through a list of names and surveillance images. Across from him, Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
Damien’s jaw clenched. His body was aching from the last encounter, but the pain was nothing compared to the frustration clawing at him. Each day felt heavier, knowing Sera was still out there. Every minute she was missing gnawed at his sanity.
Mateo looked up. "We found something."
Damien strode toward the table, his steps purposeful. "What is it?"
Jace straightened and walked over. "One of the guys your team captured... turns out he use
