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One arm locked around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head as she slammed against my chest. For a split second, neither of us moved, the world nothing but wind and rain and the rapid beat of her heart against my ribs.

“I’ve got you,” I said, my voice rough from the effort of running, from the fear that had been clawing at my throat.

She nodded, breathless, eyes wide and searching. “Adam—I was with him, but a child needed help. Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we have to move. Now.”

Another blast of wind sent debris flying past us. I tightened my hold on her and half-carried her toward The Foundry.

The heavy steel door was just ahead, barely moving against the storm. I forced it open with my shoulder, pulling Sadie inside with me just as another furious gust rattled the walls.

The door slammed shut behind us, sealing us in darkness.

For a moment, we just stood there, breathless, dripping rain onto the cold concrete floor. The only sound was the storm raging outside, muffled but still angry, still wild.

Sadie shivered against me. Slowly, she tilted her head up, her wide eyes searching mine.

“You saved me,” she whispered, her voice raw.

I swallowed hard, my pulse still pounding. “Always.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Sadie

The storm hadn’t just arrived.

It had consumed the town.

Lightning split the sky in violent bursts, illuminating the rain-soaked streets in eerie flashes. Thunder cracked like gunfire, shaking the very bones of The Foundry. Wind howled through the gaps in the old brick, rattling the windows, making the darkness feel alive.

Then… silence. A brief, breathless pause.

And then, the power cut out.

The emergency lights flickered to life, casting long, wavering shadows across the floor. Lightning flashed again, its jagged light slicing through the windows.

I barely noticed. My pulse was still hammering, my breath unsteady from what had just happened outside.

From him.

Samuel had caught me. Held me. His heat still lingered, a phantom imprint against my skin.

His grip had been unyielding, his body a fortress against the storm, against everything.

Then, the door slammed open.

I gasped, whirling just as Adam and Kai burst in, rain-drenched and wild-eyed, their chests heaving like they’d just sprinted through hell.

“Jesus,” Adam swore, shoving the door closed behind him with enough force to rattle the walls.

His soaked shirt clung to every muscle, his jaw clenched tight with something dangerously close to panic. His gaze snapped to me, sharp and searching.

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” I managed, but the word barely made it past the fresh shiver racking my body.

Kai didn’t speak. He moved.

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