Escape Through Fire and Dust
Why, after returning to Europe, had things been so unlucky?
The thought echoed again and again in Lucas's mind, bitter and sharp like broken glass scraping against his pride.
His chest rose violently as he staggered backward, every breath ragged, every heartbeat loud enough to drown out reason.
If he had known… if he had known things would spiral like this—
He should have called in experts from the Obsidian Wing.
Should have brought backup.
Should have crushed this entire situation before it even began.
Regret came too late.
It always did.
Just as he was drowning in resentment, in pain, in fury—
A sudden, deafening horn tore through the air.
BLAARRRRR—!
The sound hit him like a shockwave.
His head snapped toward the road.
A large truck thundered past just beyond the broken boundary wall of the Auction house parking lot, its engine roaring, headlights slicing through the night.
For a split second—
Everything slowed.
His eyes—
Lit up.
