Even though he was completely reeling from his niece's endless list of secret identities...
As her uncle, even if she was Demon, he refused to just hide behind her.
He wouldn't let her step into danger on his watch.
Serena glanced toward the gunfire inside the warehouse.
She didn't stop him. "Go ahead."
Jaxon should have arrived by now.
The Phantom Hornets were done for; they couldn't turn the tide now.
If Douglas wanted to join the fun, let him.
Douglas quickly regrouped with his men and stormed the facility.
"Serena."
Nicholas wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Staring at her striking side profile, his eyes overflowed with adoration. “You never cease to amaze me."
Leaning close to her ear, he chuckled softly. "Demon? Ghost Doctor?"
Serena shot him a sidelong glance. "Don't tell me you just figured that out.”
Given his intellect...
He had probably connected the dots back when she annihilated those two syndicates in Norvane.
Was he really pretending to just find out now?
Hmph, men!
Nicholas laughed in genuine delight, a rich, magnetic sound.
He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Well, I just think... only these titles are truly worthy of you."
And all he needed to do was stand behind her, hand her the blade, and wipe the blood from her hands.
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"Run! Go!"
Staring at the disconnected phone, Fletcher finally snapped out of his nightmare.
Abandoning his pride and his men, he scrambled frantically toward the warehouse's back exit.
"Boss! Wait for us!"
"Demon... Demon is here!"
"Didn't she disappear four years ago? Why is she here?!"
"Demon... Run! Run!"
The moment the name 'Demon' echoed through the warehouse, pure chaos erupted.
But as they rushed the back door in a blind panic...
They collided with a dozen men in black tactical gear waiting outside.
The man leading them was towering and built like a tank, holding a rifle with a buzz cut.
Recognizing the emblem on their uniforms, Fletcher's face went deathly pale.
It was... the Ghost Alliance.
The actual Ghost Alliance!
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They were going to die anyway!
Survival instinct kicked in. They had to fight. Maybe they could break through.
Plus, this warehouse was crawling with his men!
They had completely fortified the place with heavy artillery and traps.
If it came down to a shootout, they might not lose!