Roman's POV
I never wanted Eden caught in this. But the past doesn’t forget. It doesn’t forgive. Tonight, I sit in the shadows of the club’s back room, watching faces I once trusted now trade whispers behind my back. They’re talking about Eden. A girl they see as a weakness. I clamp my jaw tight. Years ago, I left that world for good—swore I’d never let it touch anyone I care about. But now it’s here. And the deeper I try to protect her, the more she’s pulled in. I owe my silence to my old allies—but if I don’t act soon, Eden will pay the price. My phone buzzes. A message from a name I hoped never to see again. “She’s a liability.” The warning is clear. And the war I thought was over is just beginning. --- Eden's POV I can feel it—eyes watching me, shadows shifting in corners I thought were safe. Roman’s secrets aren’t just stories. They’re traps. And I’m standing right in the middle. Tonight, I’ll find out what he’s hiding. Even if it destroys everything. ****** Roman's POV The warehouse smells like rust and regret. I step into the cold light, eyes scanning the circle of faces I once called brothers. They don’t greet me. They don’t even hide the contempt. “Roman,” the leader sneers, voice dripping with disdain. “You brought her here.” I tighten my fists. “She’s under my protection. You cross her, you cross me.” A cold laugh cuts through the air. “Protection? You’re a fool if you think this girl’s safe.” I step closer, voice low and deadly. “Say it again.” The leader’s smile fades. “She’s a liability. We can’t have your weakness endangering us all.” “Then you leave her alone,” I warn. They exchange glances—silent threats hanging heavy. This isn’t just a warning. It’s a declaration of war. I won’t let them touch Eden. Not now. Not ever. ****** Eden's POV The club is darker than I remembered, the shadows thicker, almost alive. The bass pounds through the walls, but beneath the music, there’s a low hum of whispered conversations—secrets exchanged in corners and behind closed doors. I stay close to the walls, moving carefully, eyes sharp. I’m not here to party or hide. I’m here to find the truth. Roman’s world is tangled in lies and danger. I can feel it everywhere—the tension, the wary glances thrown my way as I pass. No one here wants me. Then I spot him: a man I’ve never seen before, standing near the bar, talking to someone who looks familiar—a woman with sharp eyes and a cold smile. They exchange a small envelope, hands barely touching. My heart skips. I edge closer, pretending to lean against a pillar. My ears strain to catch their words. “Roman’s girl,” the woman says, voice low. “She’s nosing around. We can’t have that.” The man nods. “She’s a liability.” Liability. The word hits me like a punch. I swallow hard, heart pounding. They’re planning something. Against Roman? Against me? Suddenly, a hand clamps down on my shoulder. I whirl around, breath catching. Roman. His face is a storm—relief, anger, fear all tangled together. “What are you doing here?” His voice is harsh but quiet. “I needed to know,” I say, voice steady despite the tremble in my hands. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t see what’s happening.” He pulls me into a shadowed alcove. “This isn’t safe. You don’t belong here.” “But I belong with you,” I insist. “And I’m not leaving.” Roman’s jaw tightens. “You don’t understand what you’re walking into.” I meet his gaze, unflinching. “Then help me understand. Don’t shut me out.” For a moment, the hardness in his eyes softens. Then he nods slowly. “Alright,” he says. “But once you see what this is... there’s no turning back.” I brace myself. Because I’m about to step deeper into a world that could destroy us both.Chapter Twenty Three: Secrets Unearthed The study was cloaked in shadows, the dim glow of a single desk lamp casting long, flickering shapes on the walls. Dust motes floated lazily in the stale air, as if time itself had paused within these walls. Eden sat rigidly in the cracked leather chair, a heavy folder resting on her lap. The pages inside were yellowed and brittle, covered in typed reports, photographs, and handwritten notes — evidence of a life she had never known, a past her father had tried to bury. Her father stood quietly by the window, staring out at the gathering storm. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fitting soundtrack to the storm inside Eden’s mind. She finally broke the silence. “Dad... I need to know everything. No more half-truths.” He sighed deeply and lowered himself into the chair beside her, his eyes tired but steady. “You deserve to know, Eden. It’s time.” He pulled the folder closer and began to speak, his voice low but deliberate. “Before you were b
Chapter Twenty Two: Aftermath and Reckoning The mountain lay shattered beneath a sky heavy with smoke and ash, a jagged wound where the Caldera complex once stood. The air hung thick and choking, bitter with the scent of burning metal and earth torn open. Eden’s lungs burned as she sucked in every ragged breath, her body trembling—not just from exhaustion, but from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Beside her, Roman crouched on the rocky ground, brushing soot from his hair, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting an enemy to rise from the ruins at any moment. The quiet between them was heavy, charged with the unspoken weight of survival and loss. “We did what we could,” Roman finally said, voice low and steady despite the chaos that still surrounded them. Eden nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the smoldering crater below. “Yeah. But she’s still out there.” The words hung in the smoky air, a bitter reminder of Valeska’s escape. The woman who had orchestr
Chapter Twenty One: Into the Heart of the Storm The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and scorched earth as Eden and Roman pressed forward into the bowels of the Caldera complex. Each step echoed against the cold concrete walls, the sound swallowed quickly by the low hum of machines struggling to maintain balance. Sparks flickered from exposed wires overhead, casting erratic shadows that danced on the surfaces around them. Eden’s fingers grazed the edge of a control panel, the screens cracked but still faintly glowing with a ghostly light. Somewhere deep inside the complex, the core’s unstable power pulsed—its rhythm like a warning heartbeat, accelerating with every second. “We’re close,” Roman whispered, voice tight with tension. Eden swallowed hard, her mind replaying everything Kessler had told them about the monolith: the heart of Valeska’s experiment, a weapon unlike any other. It wasn’t just power—it was a new frontier of control, able to manipulate energy and ma
Chapter Twenty Four: Endgame The dawn was slow to break, the sky a bruised purple over the city. The streets were silent, except for the occasional hum of early traffic and distant sirens — the calm before a storm that none of them could ignore. Eden stood at the edge of the rooftop, wind tugging at her hair, eyes scanning the horizon where the first pale light met steel and concrete. The city felt alive, but tense — like it was holding its breath, waiting for what was coming. Behind her, Roman moved silently, checking the weapons and gear they would need. Her father was already on the comms, coordinating with old contacts and allies who had promised their loyalty once again. “Today, it ends,” Eden said softly, more to herself than to anyone else. Roman glanced at her, eyes sharp but kind. “It will. One way or another.” She turned to face him fully. “We don’t get a second chance. No mistakes.” Roman nodded, understanding the weight of those words. They both did. Her f
Chapter Twenty: Ashes and Echoes The ground split beneath their feet.Chunks of debris rained from the ceiling as Eden and Roman sprinted through the narrowing corridor. Sparks hissed from severed wires overhead, and smoke curled around them, thickening by the second. Behind them, the collapsing core groaned like a wounded beast, shattering the silence of the deep.“Up the secondary shaft!” Roman shouted, his voice barely audible over the chaos.Eden followed, lungs burning, vision blurred with sweat and smoke. Her mind buzzed with images—Beta’s blank stare, Valeska’s unnerving calm, the glow of the monolith as it surged with volatile energy. The final words echoed louder than the alarms:> “You still can.”As if she had a choice. As if she hadn’t already chosen.Roman hauled open a steel hatch just before it locked, dragging her through. They climbed into a vertical crawlspace that led up—angled, narrow, and built like a maintenance vent. Every surface was hot to the touch. Somewher
Chapter Nineteen: The CoreFor a moment, Eden forgot how to breathe.The boy in the glass chamber didn’t blink. His gaze was sharp, lucid—but there was something wrong beneath it. Like a storm caged in glass. Amber veins pulsed faintly beneath his skin, forming strange patterns that shimmered and faded. Artificial. Controlled. Designed.Roman stepped in front of Eden instinctively, scanning the hallway behind them. The steel doors they entered through were now sealed—hermetically, judging by the sudden hiss of pressure locking them in.Valeska’s voice echoed again, honey-smooth and venom-laced.> “Don’t bother trying the doors. You’re in my house now, Eden. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”Roman growled, “We need to find the control room. Now.”But Eden didn’t move. Her eyes were still fixed on the boy—no, the weapon. That’s what he was. Another experiment. Another product of Caldera’s twisted vision.“Who are you?” Eden asked, stepping closer to the glass.The boy tilted his