Noa’s hands shook as he shoved extra magazines into his jacket, his mind moving too fast, too sharp, like his body couldn’t keep up with the wildfire now roaring through his veins. His mother had switched sides, or maybe she’d never left Dominik’s side to begin with. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the message, the location burned into his screen like a brand.

The old Moretti estate.

Home.

The place where the first lies were buried.

The place where monsters were ...