Becky’s POV
As we waited for the next action, the air was stifling and stress hung over us like a black cloud. Every second seemed like a lifetime, and I could see everyone's faces strained. Leo sat across from me, his jaw clenched and the resentment he was trying to quell boiling just under the surface.
Eleanor's abrupt arrival had sent us all into a whirl of uncertainty. Part of me wanted to believe her—that The Broker had driven her into this mess—that, of course, but after all we had gone through, depending on anyone—especially her—seemed like a risky bet.
I looked at Paul, still standing by the window, eyes like a hawk peering down the streets. He hardly trusted Eleanor at all. That much was evident from the way his hand hung close to the gun nestled in his belt. He was not risking
