Evelyn stared out the small window of the guest room.
The sun was setting behind tall walls and thicker guards. It had been two months since they moved her to this new safehouse.
A place far from the capital, deep in the woods where soldiers patrolled every hour and drones buzzed above.
She pressed her hand on her belly.
The baby kicked softly.
"You're safe, little one," she whispered. "Even if I don’t feel safe."
Damien had changed. He was colder now but not in a cruel way. He was quieter, more watchful. Every time he looked at her, something flickered behind his eyes fear, maybe. Or doubt.
He was gaining power. After Adrian's so called death and since adrian had to remain undercover ,the people needed a new hero. Damien stepped up, making speeches, meeting with generals, shaking
