TWENTY-FIVE
Standing against the handrail of Raid’s balcony, Shea looked out over the compound and beyond. Even from that position, almost as far from the front door as she could get, she heard Raid coming home. Shea didn’t turn around or go inside; she just stood there, watching the men moving around the perimeter, and the lights illuminating the corner towers.
There was something almost romantic about the night. Surrounded by the soft light of the balcony that offered a cocoon separate from the evil they kept trapped below, the night felt mellow and peaceful. Shame all this serenity she’d found was about to be shattered.
Raid moved around inside for a while, but she didn’t budge. There would have to be a confrontation, and she had no idea how it would end. For this moment, she wanted
