Chapter 22
Three weeks had flown by in a haze of late nights and frustrating digital dead ends. For Darius, the cottage had become a bunker—a place where the flickering glow of a laptop replaced the sun. The "ghost" mission had taken its toll, but he finally gathered enough to warrant a formal briefing.
He met Rylee in her office. The air was cool, smelling of old parchment and the faint scent of the Luna’s apple perfume.
“Darius, you have a status report?" Rylee asked, skipping the pleasantries. Her eyes were tired, likely from balancing the looming wedding with the weight of final wedding arrangements.
Darius slid a tablet across the desk as he said, "I managed to bypass The Veil’s server. It took more time than I’d like to admit, but I finally pulled the archives from the night we w
