The plant plunged into darkness.
With thermal optics, the Lombardis turned the slaughterhouse into a surgical field.
Within minutes, the mercenary fire stopped.
Matteo found Valentina wounded against a pillar, a graze bleeding down her arm.
For one breath, fear flashed through him.
Then adrenaline took over.
He slammed her back against the pillar and kissed her like war itself had a heartbeat.
It was not tender.
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