The safe house had become a fortress of fragile stability. Every corridor was lined with makeshift traps, reinforced doors, and the faint hum of surveillance equipment that Chloe had managed to cobble together from remnants of Genesis technology. Outside, the city still burned in patches, distant fires painting the horizon red. Every shadow could conceal a council enforcer, every flicker of movement could mean another ambush. Damian stood by the largest window, muscles taut, eyes scanning every street below. I stayed pressed against him, feeling the twins shift in response to the tension in the air. Their movements were insistent, almost urgent, and I could not ignore the warning they carried. My stomach tightened as I tried to steady my racing heart. Chloe crouched near her laptop, her fi
