The silence stretched long after the distorted voice faded.
Sarah’s breath clouded in the damp air. She stared up at the opening above them, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows down the tunnel walls. “This place isn’t safe anymore.”
Jack Parker slid the dagger back into its sheath, his voice low. “It never was.”
He walked toward the altar again, brushing his fingers across the ancient scrolls, the worn markings, the fragments of secrets buried for centuries. Sarah hovered beside him, her eyes flicking toward the fallen assassins.
Finally, she spoke.
“I should’ve told you something earlier.”
Jack turned, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
She met his gaze. “That fight back there... I didn’t just pick up those moves in self-defense class.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “No kiddi
