The night bled into pure chaos. Gunfire chewed through the safehouse walls, bullets cracking plaster and splintering wood like thunder rolling through bone. The old building groaned under the assault, but it wasn’t the house Dante wanted… it was them.

Kael moved like water poured through fire, cold precision in every step. His Glock barked once, twice, cutting a man’s silhouette down at the window. The muzzle flash painted his face sharp, jaw clenched, eyes burning emerald in the ...