"We made it," Finlay's voice cut through the chaos as we stumbled away from the crumbling facility, smoke billowing behind us.
My heart was racing, each breath ragged as I scanned the others. Viktor was walking slower, his hand clutching his side, blood seeping through his shirt. Madison was limping beside him, grimacing with each step.
"We're alive," I muttered, almost disbelieving. It was unreal. Everything around me seemed to be moving too fast-too violently. But we had made it out of the explosion, narrowly dodging the worst of it.
Finlay turned and looked at me, his eyes focused, unyielding. "We're not out of the woods yet."
I nodded, my body still coursing with adrenaline. My son. The Broker had promised his safety, but I knew that man-no deal he made would come without a cost.
