Tatiana POV

The smell of antiseptic and burnt plastic clung to the air, making the temporary safehouse feel less like a command center and more like a surgery ward.

I hated it. It was too sterile, too controlled everything Charles Black was, and everything I was trying to escape.

Charles’s remaining men had secured the perimeter and left an hour ago.

He was in his temporary office, a makeshift bunker sealed deep within the building, sealing the last stage of what he called Phase Omega.

I ...