The musty air inside the underground cache felt heavier now, suffocating as Zara heard the men file in.
Zara froze, her hand tightening instinctively on Leo's arm. She didn't need to see his face to recognize the voice that followed.
"Well, we'll, we'll." a smooth, low voice drawled. "I knew you were good luck."
Raphael stepped into view, his dark silhouette dominating the dim light of the bunker. The harsh beam of his flashlight danced over the walls before landing squarely on Zara.
He smiled—a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made her skin crawl.
Behind him, his men descended one by one, their boots clanging heavily on the metal rungs.
Zara's heart pounded, her pulse a wild drumbeat in her ears. How did he know where they were?
Her other hand curled into a fist, her mind already racing for an escape route. The narrow aisles of the cache offered little room to maneuver, and Raphael's men had spread out, blocking the only visible exit.
