Roman walked toward his car, his boots crunching against the thin layer of snow that coated the road.

The cold didn’t register. His head was already somewhere else—already at the warehouse, already face to face with a ghost that refused to stay buried.

“Where are you going?” Davin called out, hurrying after him.

Roman didn’t stop. “I’m going to meet Alec,” he said evenly. “He gave me an address.”

Davin caught up, grabbing his arm before Roman could reach the door. “Hold up. We’re coming with you.”

Roman finally paused. Slowly, he turned to face him. His expression was calm—too calm.

“No.”

Davin frowned. “No?”

“He made it very clear,”...