“Lucian’s POV”

Without a word, I climbed in, clutching my side, a mixture of rage and terror boiling in my veins.

“Take me to the vault,” I ordered, my voice sharp and filled with rage.

Minutes later, I was in my lair—my sanctuary of steel and screens. The hum of servers filled the air, cold and steady against my chaos. I shoved the pistol aside, my fingers flying over the keyboard, summoning lines of code.

The map blinked. Nothing but static.

My heart pounded. Then, suddenly a ...