Page 84 of All The Darkest Truths (Second Sons Duet #2)

THE BASEMENT STAIRS creak under my weight like they're betraying my presence with every step. I don't care. Let Alex hear me coming. Let him prepare whatever bullshit arguments he thinks will keep me on the sidelines while they chase down the only lead to my brother.

The air grows cooler as I descend, carrying the familiar scent of metal and gunpowder that always clings to this space. Alex's sanctuary. The place where he keeps his darkest tools and deadliest skills locked away from casual observation. I've only been down here a handful of times, usually with one of the others, never alone with him.