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“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s go,” she said.

As Emily trailed behind Logan, anticipation thrummed in her veins, her senses heightened as they approached the stairwelldoor. She expected him to employ his magical abilities, to unlock the door. But he simply grasped the doorknob with his hand, his grip unyielding as he wrenched it with superhuman strength.

With a resounding crack, the doorknob broke apart in his hands, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night as he pulled the door open with a deliberate motion. Emily followed closely behind him, her pulse quickening with a mixture of awe and apprehension at the display of raw power.

As they stepped into the dimly lit stairwell, a sense of foreboding settled over Emily. But she cast a glance at Logan’s stoic expression and felt a surge of determination course through her veins.

As Emily followed Logan into the hallway of the top floor, her senses were on high alert, every nerve tingling with anticipation. Siro trailed behind them, his presence a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked before them.

Peering down the corridor, Emily’s gaze lingered on the series of doors that lined the hallway. But she had scouted the building for a reason and knew that their destination lay at the end of the hall. A large office that housed the safe she intended to break into. But before they could obtain their prize, they had to get past the elevator. One that was a gateway to the heart of the Dark Industries building.

As they neared the door that led to the second hallway and the office, Emily couldn’t help but wonder how Siro intended to distract the guard stationed outside.

Logan halted in his tracks, his index finger pressed against his lips in a silent command for silence. Emily’s heart quickened as she watched him; her breath caught in her throat as she waited for his next move.

With a subtle nod, Logan motioned for Siro to take the lead, his muscular form moving forward with purpose as he advanced toward the door. Emily followed suit, her steps light and cautiousas she pressed herself against the far wall, her senses on high alert as she prepared for the impending confrontation.

As Siro reached for the door handle, Logan placed a protective hand over Emily’s stomach, his touch both reassuring and grounding as he held her firmly in place. She felt a surge of gratitude wash over her, grateful for his support and steadfast presence by her side.

With a swift yank, Siro flung open the door, the sound of its hinges creaking in protest as it swung wide open. A roar echoed from the other side, a primal sound that reverberated through the air like a thunderous clap of thunder.

“Caldier, you sorry excuse for a dragon. I have come to relieve you of your head,” Siro yelled.

“You will die first, Purple,” Caldier screamed.

There was a crashing sound, and the entire room shook before Logan motioned for her to follow him.

As Logan guided her forward, Emily’s heart raced with anticipation, her senses on high alert as they navigated past the broken wall in the hallway. The jagged edges of shattered plaster loomed ominously in the dim light, a remnant of the chaos that had unfolded moments before.

The sounds of growls and crashing echoed through the air, signaling that the two men were still locked in a fierce struggle in an adjacent room. Emily couldn’t help but feel a surge of apprehension as the battle raged just beyond their reach, yet she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.

With Logan ahead of her, she pressed forward, her steps steady and determined as they made their way toward the office entry door. Each footfall brought her closer to her goal, a rhythmic cadence that seemed to drive them forward with a sense of purpose.

As they reached their destination, Emily’s pulse quickened with anticipation. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached outto grasp the door handle. With a silent nod from Logan, she pushed open the door, the soft click of the latch echoing in the stillness of the hallway.

She went immediately to the picture of a city landscape on the wall. “Can you take it down?”

Logan pulled the picture off the wall to expose the metal safe behind. She was about to put her hand on the dial when Logan grabbed it.

“Wait. There are magical protections.” His eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the wall. “This is strange.”

“You can’t deactivate them?”

“I already have, but they are... familiar to me.”

She placed her hand on the dial and began to spin it. “I’m not surprised. The dragon who uses this office is related to you.”

“What?” Logan said.

“I saw him after you left. He looks identical to you. Since you said that your brother died, I assumed he is another family member, or that he was using a glamor, but why do that when he is in his own office?”

“My twin was identical to me, but he died a long time ago. I had no other blood relatives.”

“He has a beard, but he looks just like you.”

“Lothos is dead,” Logan said in a voice close to a growl. There was no denying the pain in his voice, as if she were purposely hurting him.

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