Ares

The city had never felt so heavy. The air itself seemed charged, like electricity before a storm. Every shadow, every flickering streetlight, could be hiding Evelyn, Camilla, or their new ally.

Leon’s voice broke the silence in the war room. “Sir… we’ve traced a coordinated strike. They’re targeting the Atlas Rehabilitation Center. They’re using it as bait.”

My stomach twisted. “Hope’s nowhere near there,” I muttered, but I didn’t need confirmation. They were ...