CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
The pavilion platform continued its slow, grinding descent into the hidden Voss bunker, the golden light of the false dawn shrinking to a distant circle above them like a closing eye.
Elena kept one arm firmly around Lila, applying pressure to the gunshot wound while her free hand gripped the railing.
The air grew cooler and heavier with the scent of damp stone and long-buried secrets. The sisters stood in tense silence, the circle that had anchored them at sunrise now feeling fragile and watchful in the dim emergency lighting.
Jax moved carefully among them, checking the platform’s controls and the growing darkness below. His steady presence, usually a comfort, now carried an undercurrent
Elena couldn’t quite name after the orchard video and the interrupted revel
