Chapter 55 The Ultimate Sacrifice

• Ethan’s fists curled as the heavy iron door screeched open. The sterile, cold warehouse echoed with every footstep, his polished shoes tapping the concrete as he walked inside. Shadows stretched long across the floor, flickering from the single overhead light. And there she was, Clara. Bound to a steel chair, a bruise darkening her cheek, her wrists raw from the tight rope. But her eyes, those wild, defiant eyes, locked onto his, filled with a storm of emotions.
• “Ethan,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
• A slow clap cut through the tension.