ZAYNE POV

Chasing him felt like chasing my own reflection every step nearer Charles was a step back into everything I’d tried to become.

The freight yard smelled of diesel and old rain.

Night swallowed the sound here; even my breath felt loud.

I’d followed a heat signature on my phone into this place until the blue dot blinked into black tracks and boxcars.

No lights, no workers, only rust and the low, tinny hum of Luca’s drone in my ear.

“Cluster D,” Luca murmured. “Two ...