The safe house felt colder after the penthouse explosion. My body ached from the narrow escape, but it was my mind that bore the real scars. Kelly's smirk haunted me. She had planned every second of that encounter, and I couldn’t help but feel we had walked straight into her trap.
Caden paced the room like a predator, his eyes sharp as he analyzed the events. His men stood silently, awaiting orders, their expressions grim.
“We underestimated her,” Rafael admitted, breaking the tense silence.
Caden’s jaw tightened. “It won’t happen again. Next time, she won’t get the chance to escape.”
I stood near the window, staring at the city lights that stretched into the horizon. Despite Caden’s reassurances, doubt crept into my thoughts. How many more lives would be affected by this war? How far
