Chapter 485: Wednesday. Unknown, New York City, New York.

SILAS PUSHED HIS GROUP hard as they traversed the second floor. The sun had fully set, plunging them into complete darkness where there weren't windows or other lights.

This building was a damn maze, and every turn they needed was blocked by too many people to fight their way through.

There had to be more than the fifteen or so they'd estimated. More like thirty.

This wasn't good.

What about Ekko? Where had the others gone to?

He'd hoped getting down here meant they would find her and Paxton, but so far all they'd found were a few bodies. At least they knew Paxton and Brett were eliminating the other side. But no one had taken the ammo or guns. Why? When resources were this precious, why not take them?

Could they have gotten free? Did he dare hope?

Something thumped in the darkness. Like a heavy footfall.

Silas cursed himself as he skidded to a stop. He didn't see anything, but his gut screamed at him. He pivoted and threw himself at Chayan, shoving the other man aside. Silas w