Chapter 85 Fractured Paths

• The silence in Damian’s car was suffocating. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel as he sped through the empty streets, his mind clouded with fear and rage. He had searched everywhere every alley, every corner of the city but there was no sign of Aurora. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.
• The thought of her being alone, scared, and hurt made his chest tighten. He slammed his foot on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in front of the decrepit warehouse his sources had pointed him to.
• Damian stepped out, his breath visible in the cold night air. The building loomed before him, dark and uninviting, but he didn’t hesitate. He pushed through the broken door, the metal groaning under his force. Inside, the smell of oil and rust filled his nose, but the sight was worse empty crates and dust-covered machinery scattered everywhere.