The rain was still falling when the convoy finally returned to the estate. The engines roared lowly before dying one by one, leaving only the sound of rainfall against the cobblestone driveway. The team stepped out, muddy boots, heavy eyes, and exhaustion etched into every movement.
Lila removed her gloves, breathing out slowly as she looked up at the sky. The gray clouds felt heavier than ever, pressing down on her chest. The mission had ended, but there was no satisfaction, no victory. Only the bitter emptiness of another lead gone cold.
Damien was already talking to Gavin near the entrance, exchanging orders, voices low and tense. Amara stood beside them, her expression unreadable.
Luke was waiting by the door. His chest until his left arm was still wrapped in bandages, his skin pale
