Milo’s POV:

The rain hit my face like needles as I stormed toward the warehouse, my gun heavy in my hand. My heart pounded, not just from the run but from the sight of Emilie’s name in Boris’s message:

“She’s at the warehouse on 5th. With Andrew.”

She’d run off again, after I’d told her to stay put, after I’d seen that text threatening her dad’s life. And now Andrew was with her, in the same place Boris had tracked Sergei and Viktorov’s men. My blood boiled, anger at ...