Ares

The warehouse was silent.

Too silent.

Every step I took echoed against the cold concrete walls. My boots felt heavier than usual, loaded with months of anger, fear, and the weight of everything I’d protected.

Atlas and Leon flanked me, guns lowered but ready. Every screen in the war room had confirmed the intel—Gideon, Evelyn, and Camilla were cornered. There was nowhere to run.

I could feel the tension in my chest, but I pushed it down. This wasn’t about rage anymore. ...