Chapter 585: Courting Death

"Senior Brother… is it really here?" Ava Danes asked, her mouth curling with that same sharp-edged contempt. Tate Danes's eyes gleamed. "Yes. My Tracking Talisman can't be wrong." "Then get us in." Ava's figure blurred. She lifted a hand and pointed at the door. A streak of light shot into the electronic lock. A crisp click sounded, and the tightly sealed door popped open at once. "Move." The two slipped inside Nash Johnston's room. The moment they crossed the threshold, a dense surge of...