Becky's POV
As the sirens got louder outside, the warehouse floor's chilly concrete appeared to absorb the flashing lights. Every second that passed made the tension in the room seem to be growing. Joan's breath came in quick, terrified rushes while her eyes flew frantically between Wolfe, myself, and the approaching sounds. I had never seen her really terrified before, hence it gave me an unusual sense of gratification. Still, I couldn't really appreciate the occasion. Not yet.
Leo stood next to me, his presence acting as a counterpoint to the anarchy. His fingers lightly stroked mine—a subtle comfort knowing we were in this together. I inhaled deeply, concentrating on the next action. Should Joan and Wolfe be taken down, this dream may at last begin to fade.
Nothing, though, was defin
