Jack pushed the door open, cold rain meeting his face like a slap. The others filed out behind him in silence, tension crackling like static between them.
Angela’s words haunted him: Don’t let them turn me.
He glanced at her as they reached the SUVs waiting in the alley. She hadn’t looked away from the horizon, as if already preparing to become someone else’s memory.
Sarah slipped her hand into Jack’s again. No words passed between them. Just the shared weight of what came next.
Three days later at Cairo, Egypt
The air was dry, thick with dust and incense. Beneath the golden sun, Jack and Sarah moved through the crumbling alleyways of Old Cairo, their boots crunching against sand-covered stone. Ryan’s contact had led them here, whispering rumors of a descendant hiding within the under
