Sylvester’s body trembled violently, his mind reeling from the revelation. His breath came in shallow gasps as cold sweat drenched his face.
Lance Colton… the General…
It was over.
And then—
Warlord Jordan’s voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the silence.
“I’m coming to the East District.”
The weight of those words crushed the air from Sylvester’s lungs.
Jordan’s voice darkened, laced with icy fury.
“And when I arrive, I will deal with all of you personally.”
CLICK.
The line went dead.
Selene snatched the phone from Sylvester’s numb fingers.
His knees buckled.
THUD!
He collapsed onto the cold floor, his entire body shaking. His hands clutched his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as raw terror overtook him.
“I’m finished…” he gasped, his voice broken.
“It’s all ov
