WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence and mature content that may be disturbing to some readers. Discretion is advised.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Fucking assholes." Ace's curse cut through humid night air as he stared up at the derelict building their tracker had led them to.
Behind him, Kier and Kidd stood rigid. Their gazes swept over lifeless bodies strewn from the cracked concrete entrance into the shadowed interior, blood darkening the dusty floorboards visible through the doorway.
The place was tucked in an abandoned barangay-ideal for holding hostages. But Seraphina wore a hairpin with a tracker inside, planted by Ace as a precaution weeks ago.
Rio and Leo waited in the car, parked far enough off the main road to stay safe. Bringing them inside was unthinkable, and sending them home alone would have been riskier still.
Kidd ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning the carnage. Lucian had clearly gotten here first.
