“It probably is,” he said. “But I’ve kept it longer than the real one. So it might as well be mine now.” Unity turned away again, her hand brushing over the scarred wall beside her. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You shouldn’t have come here, Zan. Not for me.” Zan’s face sobered instantly
The tunnels beneath the estate breathed with age wet concrete coated in moss, veins of rust dripping down the steel-reinforced walls. Unity’s boots echoed over old tile and steel plates, her steps controlled, precise, but her breath came harder now. The deeper they moved, the heavier the air felt th
Unity’s stomach twisted. Even before she saw the lazy grin. Before she heard that boyish voice that never matched the horrors behind it. Otis. “You know,” he called, cheerfully brushing dust off his sleeves, “you two aren’t very subtle.” The man beside Unity tensed instantly. Otis strolled for
The rooftop had emptied of rain, but not of ghosts. Unity’s fingers remained curled around her rifle, body still taut from the ambush she’d barely escaped. Her breath puffed in steady bursts as she paced the far end of the roof, jaw clenched, eyes sharp. That’s when he stepped from the shadows. N
Not Magnus’s well-trained operatives scanning the perimeter. No. This was something else. Something far more deliberate. This was personal. A chill slid down her spine. Unity tapped her comm line, fingers flicking with practiced urgency. Static crackled back. Then… > “You’re not the only gh
The rooftop door creaked again louder this time, the sound dragging across the silence like a blade across metal. Unity spun, rifle already raised, her eyes narrowing into the scope in one smooth, trained motion. Nothing. No figure. No flash of movement. Just the door, swinging on tired hinges,