The warehouse loomed with an overwhelming sense of chaos. Shadows danced unpredictably among the debris, but for Mara, everything faded into the small illuminated screen of her tablet. Keller had not responded to her frantic message with mere words; instead, he had sent a live audio feed that crackled ominously with static, rapidly immersing her in the horror of a violent confrontation—one that Damon had willingly ventured into, turning a blind eye to the impending doom.

Crouched on the ...