The warehouse smelled like rust, the decay of blood and piss.

My mother had gotten back to us earlier than we thought on the precise location of Evie. She had said she was going back to Alexander to work as undercover for Victor as planned and he had been pleased.d

Indeed his arrogance is his flaw.

I pressed my back against the corrugated metal wall, trying to ignore the screaming pain in my shoulder as Dad's voice crackled through my earpiece.

"Ryder, you need to wait for backup," he said. ...