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Detective Ramirez stood in the doorway of Dominic’s hospital room — hat in hand, expression grave.Amara instinctively rose from Dominic’s bedside, placing herself between the detective and the man she loved. Dominic opened his eyes, slow and heavy, the painkillers dulling his reflexes but not his instincts.“What happened?” Amara asked, voice low.Ramirez stepped fully into the room, closing the door quietly behind him.“We found something at the docks,” he said.Dominic tensed. “Barren?”“We’re tracking him,” Ramirez replied. “He fled the scene before officers arrived, but left behind something he wanted us to find.”Amara’s pulse spiked. “What?”Ramirez pulled a small evidence bag from his coat.Inside was a thumb drive.Dominic exhaled sharply — almost a flinch.“He left this,” the detective continued, “along with a note addressed to you, Mr. Hale.”Amara felt Dominic stiffen beside her.“A note?” she asked.Ramirez nodded and handed her the sealed slip of paper.Her hands shook a

Detective Ramirez didn’t wait for Dominic to sit up — he stepped fully into the room, his expression carved from urgency.“We received a verified tip,” Ramirez said. “Barren is moving again.”Dominic’s jaw tensed. “Where?”Ramirez hesitated just long enough to raise Amara’s heart rate.“He’s not after you this time,” he said quietly.“He’s after Elara.”Everything inside Amara froze.Her vision blurred. Her pulse roared.“WHAT?” she gasped.Dominic jolted upright, ignoring the pain that ripped across his ribs. “Ramirez — say that again.”Ramirez held up a hand. “We haven’t confirmed he’s physically near her. But we intercepted coded chatter on one of his channels. He said, and I quote: ‘If Hale won’t break, take what he can’t live without.’”Amara’s legs gave out.Dominic lunged, catching her wrist despite the IV and pain.“No,” she whispered. “No, no, no—Elara’s at the safehouse. She has guards—”Ramirez nodded. “I know. And we have officers watching the perimeter. But Barren slipped

The SUV rolled to a silent stop at the edge of the abandoned water‑treatment facility.What once served as Silverwood’s industrial heartbeat now lay twisted and hollow — steel ribs exposed, walkways hanging like skeletal limbs, high‑pressure pipes coiled like dormant serpents.Fog drifted through broken windows.Wind howled against empty corridors.A single flickering light danced erratically above the main entrance.Dominic stepped out first.Still bruised.Still bandaged.Still standing.Amara followed close behind him, fingers trembling slightly as she zipped her jacket. The night air bit at her skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.It was the feeling that the entire building was watching them.Jack and Detective Ramirez came next, moving quickly but quietly, flanked by two tactical officers.No sirens.No radios.No lights.Silent warfare.Dominic turned to Amara, eyes sharp beneath exhaustion.“This ends tonight,” he murmured.Amara nodded. “Together.”He brushed his

The explosion had destabilized the entire eastern side of the facility.Pipes hissed violently, spraying mist.Water cascaded through cracked grates.The building groaned like a wounded beast preparing for collapse.Dominic pulled Amara behind a steel support beam just as a second wave of steam roared through the corridor.“Stay close,” he said, voice hoarse but firm.“I’m not leaving you,” Amara shot back.His eyes flicked to hers, a flicker of fear and pride mingling there.“Good,” he murmured.Jack and Ramirez regrouped at the junction ahead, coughing through the debris.“We lost sight of him,” Jack said. “He slipped into Sector C—water filtration wing.”Dominic cursed under his breath.“That’s the deepest part,” Ramirez added. “The lowest level of the building. Flooding risk is high.”Amara’s pulse hammered. “He went down there because it’s the last place anyone would follow.”Dominic nodded grimly. “Then that’s exactly where we’re going.”“No,” Jack snapped. “You’re injured. The

The world felt quieter when Barren’s screams finally faded into the distance.Sirens wailed as officers hauled him out of the collapsing facility. His wrists were bound in steel, ankles shackled, face bruised, but his eyes — those cold, calculating eyes — never left Dominic.Never left Amara. As if he was already trying to plan his next move.Even as he was shoved into the back of a patrol car, he whispered one final line:“You can’t protect everyone.” looking to instill fear.Dominic didn’t flinch. A confidence in him Barren had never seen.He simply wrapped an arm around Amara — weak, bandaged, but sure — pulling her close as the ground beneath the facility rumbled with collapsing metal. Holding her tight, knowing they faced Barren together and won.Jack approached. “We need to get you two out of here. Now.” Leading them to the SUV.Dominic nodded and began walking — slow, pained steps with Amara at his side. She kept his pace not wanting him to push himself to hard. Both ready to