The moment Vincent whispered that single word—“Boom”—Alina’s heart slammed against her ribs.
Damon reacted instantly.
“Run!” he commanded, grabbing her hand and pulling her backward.
A deafening explosion ripped through the warehouse. Flames burst from the floor, tearing through crates and sending shards of wood and metal flying. The impact sent Alina and Damon crashing to the ground as the shockwave rattled the entire building.
Heat licked at her skin, smoke thick in the air. Alina coughed, her lungs burning as she tried to push herself up.
Damon groaned beside her, shaking off the daze from the blast. His suit was torn, blood seeping from a cut on his forehead. But his focus was razor-sharp.
Vincent was gone.
The bastard had set the trap and disappeared into the chao
