The warehouse had grown eerily silent, the kind of silence that seeped into Elena’s bones and tightened her chest. Luca stood at the far end of the room, his gun clutched tightly in his hand. His shoulders were rigid, his stance unyielding, but the storm brewing in his eyes betrayed the calm facade he wore. Dominic was pacing near the entrance, a mixture of impatience and readiness etched across his face.
Elena sat on an overturned crate, watching them both, her mind racing with questions she couldn’t bring herself to voice. What were they running from? Who was after them? And how did she fit into all of this chaos?
Luca had told her only fragments of the truth. Enough to keep her from panicking, but not enough to satisfy her growing unease. She knew he was trying to protect her, but the
