LOGINCHAPTER 188Damon keeps his hand on my back as we move down the hallway and he walks like he is forcing himself not to run. His breath is sharp and controlled but his eyes keep holding that storm that has been building since the moment we saw his brother collapse on the ground. I keep close to him because something in the air feels different like a thread is pulling us toward something we are not ready for.“You keep looking behind us” I whisper.“I feel watched” he says. His voice is low and steady but I hear the strain beneath it. “My brother didn’t come alone. He would not play a losing game without a backup plan.”I try to speak but footsteps echo behind us and Damon pulls me close with one smooth move. He pushes me against the wall and keeps his body in front of mine. His stare lifts to the end of the hallway and I see a shadow slip out of sight like someone is studying us from the corner.“Someone is waiting for us” I say.“Someone is guiding us” he replies. “This whole place wa
CHAPTER 187 — THE BROTHER'S GUNDamon didn’t move.He didn’t speak.He just stared at the gun pointed straight at his chest like his mind couldn’t keep up with what his eyes were seeing. His brother stood in the broken doorway, smoke drifting around him from the blown hinges. The men behind him waited, ready, prepared to shoot the moment he gave the order.But Damon only looked at his brother.“You?” Damon breathed.His brother stepped forward. “Close the door,” he told the men behind him.The men didn’t argue. They dragged the twisted metal inward until the bunker was sealed again. The loud clang echoed through the room like a warning.Damon’s mother stepped in front of him, but Damon moved her aside.“Why are you pointing a gun at me?” he asked.His brother didn’t lower it. “Because you need to listen.”“That’s not how brothers talk,” Damon said, voice low.“That’s not how our father raised us either,” his brother replied.Those words landed like a cut across Damon’s face. He swallo
CHAPTER 186 — THE BROTHER AT THE DOORDamon didn’t speak. He didn’t breathe. He just stood there staring at the shaking door like the voice on the other side reached into his chest and tightened something he didn’t know could break again.“Your brother?” I whispered.He didn’t answer.His mother stepped forward. “He’s with them.”Damon snapped his eyes toward her. “No. He wouldn’t—”“He already did,” she said. “And he’s not alone.”The pounding on the door came again, harder. Metal groaned, long and sharp. Damon’s hand twitched like he wanted to rip the door open just to see his brother’s face. Not to surrender. Not to escape. But to confirm with his own eyes what his ears refused to accept.“Damon,” I said softly, touching his arm.He didn’t even blink.“Say something,” I whispered.He swallowed, jaw locked. “It’s not him.”His mother shook her head. “You know that voice. Don’t lie to yourself.”Another slam. Dust fell from the ceiling. One of the men covered the upper hinge with his
CHAPTER 185 — THE BULLET THAT CHANGED EVERYTHINGDamon didn’t think. His arm wrapped around me so fast the air punched out of my chest. The gunshot echoed again, sharper this time, and the hallway lights flickered like the building itself panicked.“Move!” Damon’s mother snapped.She didn’t wait. She grabbed Damon by the sleeve and pulled him toward the side door that I hadn’t even noticed before. The shadows behind her erupted as the men she brought scattered and took positions like they’d done this a thousand times.Damon shoved me ahead of him. “Go.”“I’m not leaving you,” I said.“You’re not,” he shot back, pushing me as another bullet cracked against the wall above our heads. “You’re staying alive with me.”The urgency in his voice left no room for argument.We rushed through the narrow doorway, and the sudden change in air told me we’d left the main hall. The door slammed behind us, trapping the gunfire on the other side—for the moment.Damon’s mother didn’t slow. Her steps wer
CHAPTER 184 — THE WOMAN IN THE DARKI didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until Damon stepped forward and the shadows shifted around the woman standing in front of him. His shoulders tightened. His jaw clenched. His hand trembled at his side like it couldn’t decide if it belonged to a grown man or the frightened boy he once was.“Mother?” he whispered again, this time barely able to force the word out.The woman didn’t move at first. She just stood there watching him with a calmness that made my skin crawl. Her face was barely visible under the dim light, but I caught enough to see that she wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t confused. She wasn’t even emotional.She had been expecting this.“Look at you,” she said, her voice soft and steady. “You grew exactly the way I knew you would.”Damon froze. That voice hit him harder than any bullet ever could. He reached out a little, as if drawn to her without meaning to. “How…?” He shook his head. His pulse was loud enough that I felt it through h
CHAPTER 183 – THE DARK WHERE TRUTHS COLLIDEDamon reached for me the moment the lights vanished. His hand found my arm fast, firm, like he already feared losing me in the dark.“Stay behind me,” he said.His voice held no panic. Only focus. But I felt the change in his breath, the sharp rise and fall he tried to hide. The darkness swallowed everything. No shapes. No movement. Only the cold air brushing my skin.I placed my palm on his back so I wouldn’t lose him. His muscles were locked tight under my hand.“Damon,” I whispered. “He planned the blackout.”“I know,” he said. “He wants control.”A slow mocking clap echoed somewhere in front of us. Damon tensed under my touch. I felt the anger building in him like heat rising off his skin.His brother’s voice came through the darkness.“Surprised?”Damon shifted his stance. His body angled protectively in front of me.“You’re not walking out of here with her,” the man said.“Try,” Damon answered.Another laugh came. This one closer. Too







