Liam
The atrium was filled with the choking smell of smoke and blood. The pulsing red of emergency alarms lit the vast chamber.
My boots crushed over shattered glass and shell casings as Jonathan appeared through the haze with his men.
We met in the middle, breathing hard and covered in dust and grime.
“East wing secured,” he reported. “We found a series of experimental chambers, instruments everywhere, and the drugs…” his eyes flicked dark, “…the same one that bastard Dean Varrow drank that night, the one that weakened you.”
My jaw tightened. “Where is it?”
“Destroyed. Every vial, every trace, they burnt it before fleeing; nothing was salvageable.”
A bitter weight settled in my chest, another thread cut clean by this cursed organization.
I gave him a nod. “Fine, leave it, let's m
