The rain in Ruston Yards didn’t wash away the grime; it only seemed to stir it up, filling the night air with the heavy, metallic scent of wet rust, ozone, and brackish river water.Lachlan’s boots hit the cracked asphalt outside the repurposed shipping container, his jaw clamped so tight his teeth ached. The bond-fever was a low, jagged thrum beneath his skin, aggravated by the sheer proximity to Vivienne just hours earlier.The scent of her expensive silk and perfume, was still burned into his olfactory memory, making his temperature run high and his temper run dangerously short."They're inside," Dan said, swiping a security card over the container’s rusted electronic lock. The heavy metal door groaned open, spilling harsh orange work-light into the wet alley.Lachlan stepped inside, the air pressure of the room instantly shifting around his massive frame. The container was lined with tactical gear, weapons crates, and glowing holographic schematics. But it wasn't the gear that mad
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