The cold air pressed in from all sides, suffocating Damien as he tried to gather his thoughts. Viktor’s footsteps echoed in the shadows, each one reverberating off the stone walls like the ticking of a clock counting down to their inevitable demise.
Damien’s mind raced. He had known Viktor wouldn’t go down without a fight, but this? This was different. The walls were closing in on them, and every second that passed only deepened the sense of danger. Viktor had them trapped. But there was no way in hell he was going to let that bastard win.
Damien’s fist clenched around the gun at his side, but his eyes remained fixed on the door, listening to Viktor’s taunts as they echoed down the dark hallway. Elena stood beside him, her stance tense but resolute. Her eyes were scanning the surrounding
