Chapter 13 In The Quiet Dark

• Nathan POV
• The basement garage was freezing, but my skin felt like it was on fire.
• I leaned my back against the cold hood of my personal sedan, the engine switched off and the headlights cut. The only light down here came from the dim, amber emergency sconces mounted on the concrete pillars, casting long, dramatic shadows across the empty bays. Up on the thirty-first floor, my life was a suffocating nightmare of spreadsheets, legal threats, and my uncle Richard trying to claw his way into my chair. But down here? It was just the smell of exhaust, damp concrete, and the heavy rain humming through the ventilation shafts.