Aiden Knight's POV
I stood at the entrance of Warehouse Seven, my qi still humming from the previous slaughter. The harbor wind carried the stench of fear and desperation from within. Seven more guards. All expendable.
"You made a fatal mistake," I called out, stepping into the shadows. "You touched what's mine."
The warehouse erupted in chaos. Shouts echoed off the metal walls as figures scrambled for position. Emergency lights flickered to life, casting harsh shadows across the space.
In the center of the warehouse, illuminated by a single hanging bulb, Clara Vance sat bound to a chair. Even in captivity, she maintained her composure. Her dark hair fell across her shoulders, and her eyes held defiance rather than fear.
Standing behind her was a man I didn't recognize. Tall, wiry build, with the callused hands of a killer. A curved dagger pressed against Clara's throat.
