Chapter 137
- JAZE’S POV
- The vault door slid open with a soft, final hiss, and the air that hit me was as cold and as dead as a grave.
- It smelled of dust, old paper, and something else… a faint, metallic tang of ozone, like the air after a lightning strike. The red emergency lights from the corridor bled into the darkness, painting long, bloody shadows on the walls.