Chapter 401

Hannah stood in the dimly lit warehouse, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. 

The stale scent of dust and oil filled the air, mingling with the cold fear settling deep in her stomach. 

The warehouse was one of many they had searched in the last twenty-four hours, but this one felt different. 

The moment she stepped inside, a weird sensation crawled over her skin, like a presence lingering just out of sight.

Lucas moved beside her, scanning the rows of crates stacked high against the walls. His jaw was tight, his frustration barely concealed beneath his calm exterior. 

Teresa stood a few steps ahead, gun in hand, her eyes sharp as she surveyed their surroundings. 

They had all hoped—desperately—that this search would yield something mo