Thunder shook the barn overhead.
My heart started pounding harder.
“What did my father hide?”
Nobody answered.
Because none of us knew.
Then—
Hersh suddenly went still beside me.
His flashlight had landed on something carved into one of the support beams.
A symbol.
A raven.
The same raven from the video.
The same raven worn by Shadow Division.
Rook’s expression darkened instantly.
“Thatshouldn’t be here.”
Before anyone could ask why?—
a weak voice came from the shadows behind us.
“Your father said… you’d come.”
Every weapon in the barn snapped upward instantly.
A figure stumbled out from behind stacked hay bales.
Older man.
Bleeding heavily from his stomach.
One of the convoy guards.
I recognized him vaguely.
Eddie.
He collapsed against the wall hard, breathing ragged.
Frightened eyes locked onto me.
“Miss Felicity…”
I rushed forward instinctively.
“Hersh,” I gasped. “He’s hurt.”
Hersh grabbed my arm immediately. “Careful.”
