Tatiana POV

Smoke still clung to me like guilt. Maybe that’s all I was now, a shape made of smoke and consequences.

The freight yard was a battlefield of silence. Freight doors bent inward, rails twisted from the blast heat, air thick with dust and diesel.

I could still hear the echo of the explosion in my bones, a hollow thunder that wouldn’t stop.

Zayne stood across from me, gun trained steady but eyes shaking.

Behind him, Christian hung limp against his shoulder, small and motionless ...