The exact same emblem worn by the Shadow Division.
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BLAZE
Nobody breathed.
The video continued playing across the laptop screen while thunder shook the farmhouse walls.
Mercer stood in the middle of the warehouse smiling like the devil himself.
Children huddled behind him.
Crying.
Terrified.
Armed men surrounding them.
And that symbol?—
the raven.
Shadow Division’s raven.
Every muscle in Rook’s body locked instantly.
Not fear.
Not shock.
Recognition.
Dangerous recognition.
Wolf noticed it too. “You know that symbol.”
Rook didn’t answer right away.
His steel-gray eyes stayed fixed on the screen.
Cold enough to freeze blood.
Trigger looked between them nervously. “Okay, somebody say something because the silent death stare thing is freaking me out.”
The video crackled.
Mercer’s voice filled the kitchen.
“If you’re watching this… then it means someone betrayed me.”
My jaw clenched instantly.
Mercer looked directly into the camera.
Calm.
Controlled.
