Mag-log inThe city lights shimmered across the wet streets as Damon drove the SUV, Sarah beside him, eyes sharp and alert. The calm of the morning and the quiet hours had been deceptive. Lucas’s urgent message had shattered the fragile peace: Alex had been targeted. Someone had tracked them, discovered his location, and taken action.Sarah’s hand gripped Damon’s, strength and fear intertwined. “Where is he?”Damon’s jaw tightened. “Safe for now, but not for long. Whoever did this knows our routines. They’re bold. Calculated. And they want to hurt us where it matters most.”Sarah’s eyes burned with determination. “Then we make them regret it. Tonight, we end this — for good.”The team was already in motion. Lou coordinated surveillance, blocking escape routes and monitoring threats. Lucas decrypted communications, feeding real-time intel to Damon and Sarah. Every plan, every contingency was laid out with precision. But this time, the stakes were personal, and that sharpened their focus like noth
Damon sat at the edge of the penthouse balcony, rain still falling lightly, mist curling around the city like a ghostly veil. Sarah joined him silently, handing him a warm cup of coffee. He accepted it with a faint smile, eyes fixed on the horizon.“They’re not done,” he murmured, voice low. “Even with the network fractured, Katrina’s influence remains. She’s smart. Patient. And she knows we’re vulnerable in ways we can’t predict.”Sarah placed a hand on his arm, fingers brushing gently. “Then we stay ahead. That’s all we can do. We’ve survived worse. We’ll survive her.”Alex peeked from the doorway, his little frame hesitant but curious. “Are they coming back?”Sarah knelt to his height, brushing his hair from his forehead. “We’re ready, baby. We always are. And you’re safe. Always safe with us.”Damon’s hand found hers, their fingers entwining naturally. “I don’t like waiting,” he said softly. “I don’t like the uncertainty. But tonight, we may finally draw her out.”Sarah’s gaze sha
The penthouse was quiet, deceptively so. Damon sat in the corner office, dark eyes scanning the encrypted files they had seized from the warehouse. Every line of data, every communication, was a piece of a puzzle — a puzzle that revealed the full scope of Katrina’s lingering network and the hidden enemies still embedded within the city.Sarah entered, still damp from the rain outside, Alex trailing behind her. She moved with a quiet authority, her eyes meeting Damon’s. “What have we found?”Damon gestured to the files spread across the desk. “Enough to know this isn’t over. There’s a deeper layer — someone manipulating the pieces from the shadows, someone we didn’t see coming. And it’s personal.”Alex tugged at Sarah’s hand, breaking the tension. “Are we going to be okay?” His voice was small but firm.Sarah knelt, brushing his hair back. “We’re going to be okay, baby. We always are, because we stick together.”Damon’s gaze softened as he watched them. He moved closer, placing a hand
Morning arrived over the city like a fragile promise, soft light spilling across glass towers and wet streets. Damon and Sarah sat side by side on the balcony of the Draven penthouse, coffee in hand, the tension of the night’s chaos still lingering in their muscles. Alex played quietly nearby, his laughter ringing like a fragile bell of hope in the room.Damon’s hand brushed Sarah’s, fingers lacing naturally. “We survived,” he said softly, though his eyes scanned the horizon, ever watchful. “But you can’t ignore it — they won’t stop. Katrina’s reach extends farther than we realized.”Sarah nodded, taking a slow sip of coffee. “I know. But we also struck back. Hard. They’ll think twice before coming at us again — at least for now.”He smiled faintly. “For now,” he echoed, though the weight of strategy never left him. Every move had consequences, every action a potential threat.Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Damon rose, motioning for Sarah to stay close. He
The night hung heavy over the city, smoke rising from the buildings that had borne witness to the Dravens’ latest confrontation. Damon, Sarah, and Alex crouched behind a low wall on the adjacent rooftop, catching their breath. Lou and Lucas checked their surroundings, eyes sharp, scanning every shadow for movement.Alex shivered, clutching Sarah’s jacket. “Are they going to come back?” he whispered, fear threading through his words.Sarah brushed his hair back gently. “They can try, sweetheart. But we’re ready for them. And we’ll keep you safe, no matter what.”Damon’s eyes scanned the streets below. The fires and chaos weren’t just collateral — they were messages. Katrina’s operatives were showing that the Dravens were vulnerable, that even with strategy, love, and courage, the danger never truly ceased.He placed a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Tonight is only the beginning. They’ll escalate, and we need to anticipate their next moves.”Sarah nodded. She tightened her grip on Alex, the
The door to Alex’s room splintered under Damon’s force, wood cracking and splinters scattering across the floor. Smoke poured from the hallways, acrid and suffocating, but Damon didn’t falter. His focus was singular: Alex.Inside, the boy was huddled in the corner, tears streaking his cheeks, hands pressed over his ears. The masked operative from earlier was unconscious at the far side of the room, clearly incapacitated by Sarah’s precision shots.“Alex!” Sarah shouted, rushing to his side, her hands gentle as she brushed away his tears. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe. You’re really safe.”Alex clung to her, shaking. “They… they came back!” His voice trembled. “They said… they said—”“They won’t touch you again,” Damon said firmly, stepping close. His eyes swept the room, calculating exits and threats in microseconds. “No one is getting near you, Alex. Not now. Not ever.”The boy buried his face into Sarah’s chest, finally allowing himself to breathe again. Damon’s hand rested pr







