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,
Izora’s hands closed around it. She sat down slowly on the edge of the couch, back straight, lips pressed together. The screen lit up. Her mother’s room. Soft light filtered through pale curtains. The heart monitor beeped steadily. Tubes ran from her arm, IV fluids still dripping. A nurse adjuste
The metal door hissed shut behind her. The chill of the red room clung to Izora's skin even as she stepped back into the warmth of the estate’s main corridor. Her bare feet pressed against the smooth stone floor, her fingers still tight around the tablet. Her breath was steady, but everything else