Chapter 60 Dawn's Final Hour

• Cold air pressed against Scarlett’s skin as the heavy iron gates slammed shut behind them. The chapel ruins, once a shelter for conspirators, had become a tomb. Rusted bolts slid into place on every doorway. A single lantern flickered overhead, casting long, twisted shadows across faces etched with fear and resolve.
• Scarlett’s pulse hammered as she scanned the sealed exits. Colton and Damien stood on either side of her, weapons drawn. Savannah kept a watchful eye on the collapsed roof’s only opening, too small for escape. Lara clung to Vivian’s side, eyes wide.
• The voice from within the chapel had promised a reckoning at dawn. Now midnight had passed, and the hours until first light were few. Every second was a heartbeat pounding toward an unknown doom.