Chapter 62: When Shadows Face Each Other

The warehouse was never meant to exist.

No records. No permits. No history. It stood at the edge of the industrial district like a forgotten scar concrete walls soaked in oil and silence. This was the kind of place where truths were buried before they learned how to scream.

Amarah arrived first.

Raven, fully.

She moved through the shadows with deliberate slowness, boots barely making a sound against the cold floor. Her hood stayed up, face half hidden, posture relaxed but ready. Every entrance had been checked. Every blind spot mapped. She knew exactly how many exits existed and how many were fake.

This wasn’t a trap.

It was a test.

Her comm buzzed once.

Jake: This is as close as it gets. No intermediaries. He insisted.

Raven’s jaw tightened.

“So did I,” she murmured, cutting the line.

The lights flickered.

Once.

Then footsteps echoed measured, unhurried, confident in a way that didn’t need announcing.

Gabriel stepped into the open space.

No guards. No visible weapons.