Chapter 75 The Beast At The Door
- The rusted warehouse door splinters off the hinges like wet pulp when Knox’s boot hits it — the old latch giving with a scream that barely echoes before his snarl eats the hush whole.
- Inside, the bulb swings slow — the cord humming, casting shadows across the cheap tarp where Talia’s crouched over Ellerei like a vulture picking scraps off a carcass she thinks no one wants to keep.
- Knox doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t blink.