The London safe house had become a tomb of exhaustion.
Ethan sat in the corner of the living room, staring at the wall. Three days had passed since the Rosetta Facility collapsed. Three days of silence. Three days of waiting for Victor Cross to make his next move. But there had been nothing. No messages, no attacks, no signs of life. Victor had vanished completely.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. She'd been watching him for hours, waiting for him to show some sign of life. But he'd given nothing.
"Ethan," she said gently, sitting down beside him. "You need to eat. You haven't had anything in two days."
"I'm not hungry."
"You need to sleep."
"I can't sleep."
Kate took his hand, her fingers warm against his cold skin. "I know it feels hopeless. I kn
