A Desperate Rescue

The drive to the warehouse felt longer than it should have. Damian’s mind churned with possibilities—Elara’s whereabouts, the danger she might be in. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sped through the city streets, his focus singular. He had to find her. He had to end this.

When he finally arrived, the place was narrow—a perfect spot for carrying out evil deeds. Jackson and the team were already there, waiting for him.

“Any updates?” Damian asked, his voice a low growl as he approached.

Jackson nodded. “Charles is inside, but we haven’t seen Elara. We’re not sure if she’s here yet.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Then we go in. Now.”

Jackson hesitated. “It could be a trap.”

“I don’t care,” Damian replied, his voice hard. “If Elara’s in there, I’m not leaving without her.”

Without another word, Damian strode toward the warehouse. One thing was certain: if Charles had Elara, Damian would stop at nothing to get her back.

The doors to the warehouse loomed ahead, dark and foreboding