The air smelled of smoke and blood, the last echoes of the explosion still vibrating in their bones. Dust clung to Leonardo’s skin as he shoved a piece of rubble off his leg and pushed himself up. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing as he shook debris from his hair.

Henry was gone. But his presence still lingered, thick in the air like a curse.

Leonardo’s fists clenched. He had to let him go. He had no choice.

Across the room, Maria lay slumped in a chair, barely conscious. The force of the explosion had thrown her across the floor, but she was still breathing. Unlucky for her.

Ricardo wiped blood...