Capítulo 394: Story 394: The Hunter’s Resolve

Zara’s boots crunched against the cold stone floor as she slipped free from the Reapers’ clutches. She’d done it—escaped. A bloody mess of guards lay sprawled behind her, their weapons stripped and useless in her wake. The fortress was alive with alarms now, red lights flashing like angry warnings. Zara barely flinched as the sirens wailed.

She moved like a shadow through the corridors, her fitted red sweater dress and leather harnesses hugging her frame as she crouched low, pistol in hand. Her sharp black hair framed her face, an edge of determination glinting in her eyes. Every breath she took was calm, steady—Zara Kincaid was back in control.

The Warden thought he could break her.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

A shout echoed down the hallway. “She’s in the south wing! Lock it down!”

Zara ducked into a side alcove just as a patrol stormed past. Her tactical holster grazed her thigh as she checked her ammunition. Two clips left. Not ideal, but it would do.