The night air was thick with tension, each breath tasting like a promise of chaos. Adrian stood at the edge of the rooftop, his dark coat flapping lightly in the wind. Below, the city glittered in fractured lights, each one a secret he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Beside him, Nora leaned against the cold rail, her eyes sharp, scanning the street like she could see straight through the asphalt into the sins buried underneath.
They had escaped one danger only to tumble into another. The Blacklist wasn’t gone; it had simply shifted its mask.
“You know,” Nora said finally, her voice dry with a hint of mockery, “most people would be celebrating right now. We survived. Again.”
“Survival isn’t victory,” Adrian muttered. “It’s just another move on the board.”
Her lips curved slightly, though
