The city had quieted, but the silence was deceptive. Smoke still rose from the streets, fires flickering like distant warnings. Every shadow felt alive, every alley a potential trap. We moved cautiously, Damian leading, Chloe guiding, and I followed close behind, every step calculated, every sense on high alert.
The twins shifted inside me, nudging against my ribs, reminding me constantly of why survival wasn’t just about me anymore. Every move we made had to be precise. One wrong turn, one lapse in judgment, and the council could strike, and I could lose everything.
Chloe led us through a network of back streets and tunnels, old subway lines that had been abandoned before Genesis consolidated its power. The air smelled of damp concrete and rust, a stark contrast to the chaos above. The
