The air outside was sharp and biting when Damien stepped out of the warehouse where Mother Vee had met her end. He have to return to get some clues, to check survivors to see if she's telling the truth. He remembers what happened a while ago. The winter night wrapped around them like a cold shroud, the scent of gunpowder and decay lingering faintly in the air. He didn’t look back. Amara did, though—her eyes locking briefly on the darkened doorway, the last place the woman had stood alive. There was no satisfaction in her gaze, only a strange emptiness.
Mother Vee had been the last name they’d fought to track down for weeks, the one they thought could be the key to finding Sera. And yet, even she had no answers.
Damien was already on his phone, his voice low and clipped as he spoke to his
