XAVIER’s POV

The night stretched like a blade sharp, endless, and waiting to cut.

Rain hammered the windshield as I drove, wipers slicing the darkness in furious arcs.

Beside me, Zayne sat silent, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road like he could burn through the distance with will alone.

The GPS signal blinked red, a live feed from the Fixer.

“Coordinates match,” his voice crackled through the car speaker. “Old Black estate, Northwest ridge, Heavy security. You sure you want to walk ...