The footsteps echoed through the building like slow, deliberate thunder. Noa’s spine locked, breath stuttering as he whipped toward the elevator doors still groaning closed. It wasn’t Dominik this time. No, this was something colder. He could feel it in his teeth, taste it like steel on his tongue. Alessio cursed under his breath, dragging his gun up, though his hands were trembling now, blood still seeping through the bandages on his side. His brother, the only one who hadn’t tried to ...