Chapter 52
The shift for Team Four was less of a tactical landing and more of a public appearance. When the smoke of Svetlana’s transport cleared, Amelia, Angelo, Aries, and Lanie found themselves standing directly under a flickering streetlamp just outside a pristine white picket fence.
The air didn't smell like pine or secrets. It smelled like cheap beer, woodsmoke, and the thumping bass of house music vibrating through the glass of the nearby windows.
"Are you sh*tting me?" Aries muttered, instinctively reaching for the hilt of his blade before realizing they were standing in full view of a dozen drunken teenagers loitering on the front lawn.
The house was big, white, and featured the signature blue shutters, but the porch was currently occupied by a group of college-aged kids in pa
