Paul’s POV
As we sank into the shadows just outside Joan's safe house, the tension felt like the tempest, heavy and oppressive. The site exceeded my expectations; it was a vast estate hidden between armed guards and towering barriers. Evan was correct; Joan was hiding but not doing it silently.
Evan knelt next to me, his keen gaze sweeping around. It was unpleasant; he was almost too quiet. I had no idea whether he was on our side or perhaps using us as puppets in some more major game. Still, right now, he was all we had.
Just behind me, Becky leaned in closer and her breath warmed my neck. Her voice hardly audible, she murmured, "This is insane." "We have no idea what we are walking into."
I turned back to her, the anxiety in her eyes reflecting mine. "I know," I murmured. But we have
