The estate was chaos.
Sirens screamed, red lights flashed, and smoke coiled through the once-quiet halls like a sinister whisper. Talia clutched the empty crib in the safe room, her knees buckling beneath her as the truth sank in.
The twins were gone.
Her babies...gone.
Her scream ripped through the corridor, raw and primal, the sound of a mother shattered. Ethan didn't flinch. He couldn't. Not when every second lost could cost him his children.
Elijah burst in, coughing through the smoke. "They've cut power to the entire northeast wing, generator's running but backup feeds are scrambled."
Ethan tossed the envelope onto the table. "They left this."
Elijah read the message, face paling. "Strathmore," he whispered.
"Has to be. Only he could've bypassed our firewall."
Talia stood slowly, her face streaked with tears but her voice deadly calm. "What are we going to do?"
