Eli's POV
From the shadow of the safe house, the air loaded with expectancy pressed down on me. We had just recovered our breath after the warehouse attack, yet here we were once more choosing our next move. "They're more powerful than you think," Lucia said, and her words stayed in my thoughts as a grim reminder of the web we had joined. She was not stretching too far. Every victory seemed like a modest ripple against an unrelenting stream.
Ava sat across from me, looking grimly and with worn eyes. Benevolent resolution, nevertheless, underlies the tiredness—a powerful light not going to dim. I loved her even though I worried about what it would cost us both.
Breaking the silence, Adrian said, "We need to know who their next target is." He was dominating, his appearance relentless. Ev
