The warehouse shook with the sound of boots. Dozens of feet hammered the cobblestones outside, the echoes reverberating like the heartbeat of the city itself. The horns blared again, sharp and shrill, a cry of alarm that split the night.
Cael’s hand tightened around his sword hilt. This was no longer a silent theft. The shadows had become a battlefield.
Rowan’s grin flashed in the lantern light. “Finally,” he muttered, drawing his twin blades with a hiss of steel. “I was starting to worry we’d get away too clean.”
Alaric shot him a hard look. “This isn’t sport. Keep your head, or we’ll all die here.”
Rowan only shrugged. “Death and I are old friends. But I’d rather introduce him to someone else first.”
The first crash rattled the warehouse doors—soldiers battering from outside. The th
