Aliana’s POV

The warehouse smelled of rust, gasoline, and sweat. The air was thick with tension, with fear.

My arms ached from the tight restraints, but I refused to let my pain show.

Because Sandy was watching.

His wide gray eyes, so much like Freddy’s, were locked onto me from across the room. His small frame trembled, his hands still tied behind his back.

And Robert—that monster—stood behind him, a gun pressed against his temple.

My blood ran cold.

I had spent so long waiting for revenge. Planning. Fighting.

But at this moment, none of it mattered.

All that mattered was my son.

And I would burn this whole city...