Elara's POVDarkness changes people.When the safehouse lights died, I learned the difference between fear and survival.Fear freezes you, survival makes you listen, and in the darkness, I heard engines not one, not two but many motorcycles, the roaring Iron Reapers.Ruin’s hand tightened around mine in the dark.“Stay with me,” he said quietly.His voice was calm, but his body was coiled like a weapon.Emergency lights flickered on, bathing the room in dim red. Axel moved immediately, locking the doors and pulling down metal shutters over the windows.“We’ve got movement outside,” Axel said into his radio. “Multiple vehicles. Unknown intent.”The idea of unknown intent was a lie. We all knew it was Volkov.My heart pounded painfully as the stimulant fought the sedative inside me. My limbs still felt slow, but the panic burning in my chest was sharp enough to keep me awake.Ruin helped me sit up.“You shouldn’t move,” the medic protested.“She doesn’t stay here,” Ruin said.That tone
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