Chapter 52 The Fallout

• Gunfire engulfed the warehouse.
• The warehouse was once a negotiation site was now a battlefield. Metal clanged, crates exploded into splinters, and the thunder of bullets echoed off the concrete walls.
• Her fur coat long gone, Serena dropped to one knee behind an overturned table, her breath caught in her chest, heart slamming like a war drum. Her veins pulsed with thrill and kill. This was what she lived for.