Chapter 228 A Shot In The Dark

The warehouse air hung heavy with tension, the scent of gunpowder mingling with the metallic tang of fear. Genevieve crouched behind a rusted steel beam, her breath shallow, ears attuned to every creak and whisper. The dim overhead lights flickered, casting erratic shadows that danced like specters across the cracked concrete floor. From her vantage point, she could see Silas engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand combat with Gideon. Their movements were a blur, fists flying, bodies twisting, each strike echoing with the weight of their shared history. Gideon's sneer was a mask of malice, his eyes gleaming with a predator's delight.