LOCATION: ANGELO’S COMPOUND – PERIMETER TUNNELS

TIME: 2:07 a.m.

The tunnel was dark.

Darker than memory. Darker than the guilt Solene couldn’t kill with knives or sex or names no one used anymore.

Lucien’s breath rasped behind her. Close. Protective. Tense.

They were twenty feet from the gate.

Twelve inches from a legacy they couldn’t walk away from again.

“Third sensor’s fried,” she whispered, checking the trip wire. “We go in silent.”

Lucien’s hand caught ...