“Done,” Sean said, wiping the sweat from his brow.His eyes were fixed on the container before him. The liquid inside was pale like water but carried a faint bluish glow, swirling softly under the lab light. It looked fragile and powerful at the same time.He lifted the container carefully, turning it slightly in his hand, a small grin tugging at his lips.“Finally,” he murmured.Footsteps echoed through the lab as Dr. Havel stepped in, his white coat slightly wrinkled, his sharp eyes scanning the room.“Connor,” he said, pausing at the doorway. “Did you finally get it?”Sean turned, holding the container up proudly.“Yes,” he replied. “I got it right this time. It’s stable now. Liana can take it.”Dr. Havel’s expression softened slightly, a faint smile breaking through his usual sternness.“Good. You’ve done well,” he said, walking closer to examine the liquid. “Let’s hope it works exactly as we planned.”Sean nodded, his fingers tightening around the glass.“It will,” he said quietl

Sean stared at the screen, unblinking. His mind refused to process what he was seeing.Rosalind.Beaten.Barely alive.It didn’t make sense. She had texted him; she couldn’t have sent that.His pulse spiked; confusion curdled into a sharp, sick dread. “What the hell…?” he muttered.He zoomed in on the image, scanning every shadow, every background detail. Concrete walls. Harsh lighting. The edge of a steel beam behind her. Industrial, maybe a warehouse, or the rooftop of a building.The phone vibrated again. Another message: “You should hurry, Sean. She doesn’t look like she’ll last much longer.”His hand tightened around the phone. They were after him, and they’d decided to go for Rosalind first. This was exactly why he’d warned her not to get involved in his work, and yet here she was, caught up in it again.Panic fought with fury inside him. He wanted to smash the phone, punch through walls, teleport to wherever they were holding her. His fingers hovered over the screen, min

Sean moved quickly toward the large metal gate, eyes scanning for any traps or sensors. He reached out and tried the latch.It didn’t budge.It was locked.He gritted his teeth and tested the edges, pushing and pulling, searching for any weakness, any gap.The lock held firm.Frustration sharpened his focus. He looked up, tracing the height of the gate. It was tall, reinforced with metal bars and spikes along the top, built to keep intruders out.He crouched low, considering his options, muscles coiled like springs, ready for his next move.*Inside the house, Silas and Selene sat on a worn couch, a small plate of snacks between them. They laughed quietly, the tension of the day momentarily fading.Then, a sudden echo ricocheted through the compound. The heavy clang of metal striking metal, ringing across the yard and bouncing off the walls.Silas froze mid-bite, eyes narrowing.Selene stiffened beside him, the plate clattering slightly against the coffee table.“That… did you hear th

Just by looking at them, Sean knew right away what he should do. He peered at each of them, as if measuring their skills and planning how to deal with them.From all he had seen so far, he could tell Silas was the strongest of the men before him, yet he wasn’t afraid, not even a little intimidated.Silas forced a breath through his teeth, regaining his composure. His hand brushed at his coat, as if straightening himself could somehow reclaim the upper hand. The smirk he wore was thin and forced, but he needed it; he needed to feel like he wasn’t losing ground to a single man.“So,” Silas began, his tone sharpening, pride trying to fill the air Sean had emptied of warmth. “Tell me something, Sean.” He tilted his head slightly, watching the other man with a mock curiosity that didn’t reach his eyes. “You come here like this… risk your neck for her. Makes me wonder—” he paused, lips curling faintly, “—were you the one who killed my brother?”The question hung in the air, heavy and suff

Seeing how Sean had torn through them, Silas was stunned. Not only had Sean beaten most of his men, he’d also shot some of them, and that finally convinced Silas that Sean was the one who’d killed his brother.If Sean could kill Vincent, and Vincent had been strong, then Sean had to be stronger.“Silas!” Selene snapped, trying to pull him out of his trance. “He moves like a martial artist, maybe an expert. What do you want to do?”Silas turned to her, his voice tight. “That’s right. No wonder he’s so confident. But no matter how strong he is, he can’t take us all. We’re stronger than Vincent. We trained more than he did.”He would’ve been right if the man before him weren’t Sean. Sean had grown up in the streets and the underground; he’d learned things no ordinary fighter had.Their men had training and numbers, sure, but those meant nothing against someone like Sean.“Boss!” one of Silas’s men yelled, fear written across his face. “What do we do? He’s got a gun and already took almos