Nathaniel's response was immediate and deadly, a cold fury that surged through their connection as he intercepted the interior threat. Casie had no time to focus on their situation as the white-clad figure leapt from the roof, landing with inhuman grace before drawing a secondary weapon. "Luna," the figure hissed, voice distorted by their mask. "The prophecy dies tonight." Casie rolled to her feet, weapon drawn. "Federal agent," she announced formally, though she doubted it would matter. "Drop your weapon." The figure laughed, the sound mechanical through whatever voice modulator they used. "The old ways supersede your human laws, Blackwood. The triad cannot be allowed to reach full strength." Inside, c
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