Mark’s POV

The alarms ripped through the estate like blades, sharp and metallic, vibrating against my ribs. I had heard them before, but never like this. Never with my blood already boiling. Never with the certainty that something inside these walls was about to break.

I pushed through the east corridor, my boots hammering against the polished floor. The storm outside clawed at the windows, rattling glass in their frames, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing within. The closer I ...