STEP BROTHER DEAREST
Chapter 76
The warehouse was a cathedral of broken reflections and shattered shadows, every puddle a fractured mirror of the battle that had unfolded. Rain no longer fell, but the air was thick with damp and tension, each breath sharp and metallic. The stepbrother had survived the ambush, but his movements were slower, calculated—not confident, not free. He had been forced into reactive patterns, cornered by human unpredictability and rhythm, and yet he was still alive. Still dangerous.