Sherman
Darkness. Cold chains. The stench of damp concrete.
The chains were made of that wolfsbane-silver alloy. I could feel them humming, some low-grade current making my bones ache and Leo snarl in my skull.
I flexed my wrists against the metal restraints for the hundredth time, knowing it was pointless.
Fucking Enzo.
After hours in this concrete hell, one thing became crystal clear: Enzo Lawson wasn't just my enemy. He was a cancer spreading through every part of my life.
The only decent thing he'd ever contributed to this world was his DNA to create Silvia.
I shifted, the cold metal biting into my bare back.
They stripped me down to just my pants. No shirt, no shoes, nothing with a GPS chip or a sharp edge.
Smart. Annoyingly, professionally smart.
It wa
