Betty’s boots crunched against the thin layer of snow as she approached the cabin, the cold night pressing against her cheeks. She could feel the ache in her ankle with every step, but the unease gnawed at her more than the physical pain. Inside, the warmth hit her like a gentle wave. She dropped her bag and exhaled, trying to calm the feeling inside her.
She sank into the chair by the small wooden table, letting her thoughts drift. The memory of earlier, the way Grayson had moved, so fluid, so fast, so devastatingly precise kept replaying in her mind. He had taken that man down in an instant, leaving Betty frozen in disbelief. It hadn’t looked natural, not in the slightest. Her mind scrambled for explanations. Perhaps he had trained in martial arts. She shrugged, forcing herself to let i
