Becky’s POV
The deceptive peace provided by the daylight peeping through our new safe abode came from dust. The tension from last night still felt weighty to me, a weight that persisted even with the sun. Leo was on the phone with Jenna, basing our next actions on the intelligence she supplied. Left by myself with my thoughts, I tried to make sense of all that had transpired.
Vulnerability was a strange sensation. Every choice seemed like a gamble, and the stakes were bigger than they had ever been. I was used to being in charge, but lately, every new event seemed to cause the ground to move under me.
I moved to the window and drew the curtain to see the street below. My head went back to the meeting with Jenna, the way she had seemed truly terrified but driven to flee The Broker's grip
