Lifting his fist
Morgan reacted instinctively, his training snapping into place. He lifted his fist in a silent command for stillness, halting any unnecessary noise or movement. The air seemed to thicken around them as the silence dragged out, every second heavy. Then it came—a faint sound, one that didn’t belong. A single footstep, deliberate and slow, echoed just beyond the corner. Morgan’s throat tightened, his authority cutting through the tension as he barked, “Show yourself!”
Page 32 of 70
