(God's POV)

Heavy, labored breathing echoed through the narrow, damp cave tunnel, mingled with the barking of hounds getting closer by the second.

William’s arm, which had been draped over Marcus’s shoulder for support, suddenly slipped. He crashed onto the muddy ground with a heavy thud.

He had set off a smoke bomb to save Marcus earlier. The smoke contained toxins, and he had inhaled too much of it. There was no antidote here.

Terrified, Olivia knelt on the ...