Diego POV
I was floating. No pain. No sound.
Everything felt... very quiet.
I couldn't tell if my body existed anymore. I wasn't sure I was anymore.
But there was something. A voice. Faint. Like an echo through water.
"Stay with me, Diego. Please..." I hear Miguel's voice calling out to me his voice laced with pain I could literally feel he is crying even if I couldn't see.
"Miguel?"
I tried to respond, but my voice didn't reach the surface. Nothing did everywhere was too quiet despite all my attempts.
Memories drifted like shadows, pieces of broken glass reflecting things I couldn't quite grasp. Flashes of faces—Gideon's men. The cold, hard glare of a weapon pressed against my ribs. The gunshot. Pain. Then... nothing.
And now, I was here. Trapped.
But I felt him. My brother. Close. Desperate.
I had to get back. I had to warn him.
Something was still coming. Gideon...
Miguel POV
