Crimson Kisses
Right behind him was Damir, who was out of breath and clearly rattled.
“Something’s wrong,” Jace gasped, his eyes darting sharply between me and Aleksander, a flicker of alarm etched across his features.
“There’s been a glitch in the Iron Citadel’s internal security, the cameras just went haywire, and we’ve lost visuals on several floors. The system’s throwing false clearance logs.”
“What in the hell?” Aleksander snapped, his voice low and tense, a storm brewing in his demeanor.
“How long ago did this happen?”
“Three minutes,” Damir replied, his voice trembling slightly as he raked a hand through his disheveled hair, his panic palpable.