The rain pounded relentlessly against the cold metal roof of the warehouse, the sound like an ominous drumbeat heralding the storm that was about to consume them all. The stranger’s wet coat clung to his body, water dripping from the brim of his hat as he stepped further into the dim light, eyes wild with desperation and fear. His voice was rough, raw with urgency.
“They’re coming. Tonight. You don’t have long.”
Alessia’s pulse quickened, every nerve screaming in protest as her mind raced to process the warning. The weight of every second felt unbearable. They had barely caught their breath from the last attack, and already the noose was tightening.
Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed as he reached for his gun, fingers trembling with the barely restrained fury inside him. “Who found us?” he demande
