Aiden's POV

“Aiden—” my sister's voice wavered as we drove past the gates. Flames erupted from the cars at the entrance. The cars of my men that had completely burnt to death.

The stench hit like a physical blow— thick, choking, and impossible to escape. The burnt flesh carried a sickening scent, clinging to the back of my throat, causing my stomach to twist.

With the sharp, chemical sting of gasoline, the smell merged into a brutal, suffocating cloud— smoke, fire, death, and fuel. “You're here,” one of my men darted towards me, blood oozing from his skin. “They're inside. They took him inside.”

“Aiden—” Amara's eyes narrowed, “it's awfully...