Nolan’s POV

The explosion echoed in the distance, a thundering roar as the BPO facility collapsed into ruin. The shockwave rattled the getaway car, but I barely registered it. His mind was racing, his heart pounding, as Blitz kept driving. Sweat clung to his brow, his breath shallow and rapid.

"Stop the car," I finally rasped, voice raw from the panic still gnawing at him. Blitz threw him a sidelong glance but did as asked.

The car jerked to a halt on the side of a dusty road. Without a word, I stepped out, his legs trembling beneath him as if the earth itself had tilted. He needed air—needed something...