The city had quieted in some areas, but the chaos was far from over. Fires still burned in pockets, smoke curling into the early morning sky. From our vantage point on a crumbling rooftop, the destruction stretched in every direction, a reminder that Genesis’s hold had been broken, but the fight was far from finished.
Damian’s eyes scanned the streets below, muscles coiled, every nerve alert. I stayed close to him, hand resting on my stomach, feeling the twins stir. Their movements were insistent, almost as if they knew something I didn’t, that danger was approaching again, that the council wasn’t done with us.
Chloe crouched nearby, her tablet glowing in the dim light. She had pulled together intelligence from the scattered communications she could intercept. “They’re regrouping faster
