CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM}
We clear the area just enough before the explosion hits, loud and sharp, the force of it rattling through the walls as the door blows inward, smoke filling the space for a second before it starts to clear.
I go in first.
The room is darker, colder, the air heavier, and for a split second, just a second everything feels too still.
Then I see him.
Imran.
He is there, restrained, slight bruises, blood at the corner of his mouth, his head tilted slightly like he's either exhausted or forcing himself to stay conscious, and something inside me snaps so hard I don't even try to control it.
I'm across the room in seconds.
“Untie hum,” I ordered sharply, my voice cutting through everything as I dropp
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