Lapti

Marcus stepped aside, letting the steel briefcase fall against the floor with a heavy,

Julian tried to push himself up, but his limbs refused to respond, frozen by

My breath hitched as time seemed to flatten. The tactical laser sight flickered across

Ifted his head, and revealed a face I hadn’t seen since my father’s funeral

The rhythmic countdown hummed through the damp air of the cave, each beep vibrating

The drop of clear liquid splashed onto the Bride’s exposed collarbone, burning like concentrated

The grip on his wrist was iron, the skin slick with freezing seawater and

The deafening groans of ancient iron echoed from the bowels of the mansion, shaking

The red digital display on the desk ticked down with agonizing precision: 00:28… 00:27…