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man stepped into the flickering fluorescent light. He wore a tailor

Damien's Under

a breathless sob of relief. "Cass! Thank God. Grab t

his cold, calculating gaze sweeping over my children like a searchlight. He was assessing them. C

m with my body as I held Chiara tight. I was a c

er to the earpiece in his right ear, listening for

voice devoid of any inflection. "

t felt like a noose tigh

end of the corridor. There it was, idling at the curb. A black Rolls Royce Pha

roat. The dark cell. The suffocating control. The violence. He

d-out window, knowing with absolute certainty that Damien

m my trembling lips, laced with a venom and

eached out, his massive hand aiming for

saw Aless

He just pulled a small, thick glass vial from his jacket pocket and h

he asphalt, right beneath th

y corrosive chemical eating through military-grade rubber echoed over the street

etal rims, jarring the entire vehicle. The impact triggered the car's securi

Pedestrians screamed,

ic facade cracking in sheer disbelief as

opening we wer

my fingers digging like talons

I sh

e plunged headfirst into the panicked, surging crowd of the terminal, sp