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She didn’t know if anyone was coming. She didn’t know if anyone even knew she was alive. But she prayed he was out there, fighting his way toward her.

Because if he didn’t… if he didn’t… She wasn’t sure she’d survive the dark.

She wasn’t afraid of dying. She was afraid of dying unheard.

Chapter 29

Grim

The Saints didn’t ride in like heroes. They rode in like men with nothing left to lose.

The Reapers’ compound sprawled across several old industrial buildings, warehouses, storage sheds, and whatever they used for cages. One perimeter. Multiple structures. A maze built for hiding people who weren’t meant to be found.

Engines thundered through the night, vibrating the cracked pavement of the abandoned industrial yard. The air tasted like rust and smoke, thick with the metallic tang of danger. The moon hung low, a pale, watchful eye over the violence about to unfold.

Stone rode at the front, jaw set, eyes cold.

Grim rode beside him, silent and rigid and vibrating with a rage so sharp it felt like the air around him crackled. His hands were white-knuckled on the handlebars. His breath came in short, controlled bursts. His heart hammered with one truth:

Sophia.

He could feel her fear like a phantom pain in his chest.

The idea of seeing her hurt cracked something open in him. Something he’d welded shut years ago. He didn’t just want her safe. He wanted her. All of her. And that terrified him more than any enemy ever had. He wasn’t losing her. Not now. Not ever.

They reached the perimeter.

Stone raised his fist.

The engines cut off in unison, plunging the yard into a suffocating silence. The only sound was the distant creak of rusted metal and the whisper of wind through broken windows.

Havoc scanned the shadows. “They’re here. I can smell the bastards.”

Rook cracked his neck. “They’re not walking out.”

Stone nodded once. “Move.”

The Saints advanced like shadows, silent and lethal and coordinated.

They breached the first warehouse with brutal efficiency. It was only one of several buildings on the property. They’d have to clear each one, fast, before the Reapers could move her again.

Reapers scrambled, shouting, grabbing weapons, but they were too slow.

Havoc took down the first man with a single blow, the crack echoing through the metal rafters. Rook slammed another into a steel beam, the impact rattling the entire structure. Fish moved like a ghost, slipping behind a Reaper and dropping him with a silent chokehold before the man even realized he wasn’t alone.

Stone fired a warning shot that ricocheted off the concrete, sending Reapers scattering like rats.

But Grim didn’t stop. He didn’t slow. He didn’t look back.

A Reaper lunged at him from the left, and Grim caught the man’s wrist mid swing, twisted hard, and drove his elbow into the man’s throat. The Reaper collapsed, choking.

Another came at him gun raised. Grim kicked a crate into his knees, sent him sprawling, then stomped once, hard, and kept moving.

“Grim!” Stone barked. “Stay with the team!”

But Grim was already gone, tearing deeper into the warehouse like a man possessed.

He ripped open doors, kicked down barriers, shoved aside crates and debris. A Reaper tried to ambush him from behind a stack of pallets, and Grim slammed him into the wall so hard the man slid down unconscious.