LIORA'S POV
The dish towel felt rough against my palms as I dried the last of the soup bowls. Nobody had spoken for nearly ten minutes. The water running in the kitchen sink was the only sound being heard through the thick, heavy quiet of the house. I walked back into the living room, setting the bowl down on the wooden table right next to Marcus’s laptop.
Thorne was already standing there, his hand resting on the open page of the leather book. He looked around at our serious faces, his spectacles catching the dim lamplight.
Tomorrow, Marcus and I would drive out in the small sedan, walking straight into Victor's trap to buy the others time.
"Lena, Gage," I said, turning toward the kitchen walkway where they were standing. "I want you, Finn, and Theo to stay here at the house. Go upsta
