Author POV

The warehouse was no longer silent. The ground was littered with empty shells, the stench of gunpowder hanging heavy in the air, mixing with the sharp metallic scent of blood. Gray wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his gloved hand, his breathing controlled though the fight had been merciless. Around him, several of his men were still scanning the area, making sure none of the bodies lying motionless on the concrete would dare rise again.

Gray’s mind wasn’t on the ...