(Author’s POV)
The sun was just beginning to peek over the city, casting faint orange light through the half-drawn blinds of Selene Zhao’s fortified safehouse. The streets outside were slowly waking, but inside these walls, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.
Selene entered the safehouse, heels clicking softly on the polished stone floor, her coat swinging with each step. Her posture was collected, her gaze sharp as ever. But Jiang, standing in the hallway waiting for her, had a rare tension in his eyes.
He followed her in silence as she walked into the main room, unfastening her coat and tossing it onto the leather couch. She poured herself a glass of water, took a slow sip, and turned toward him expecting the unspoken concern.
And he didn’t disappoint.
“Why did you do that?” J
