After weeks of being cocooned away, sheltered from the world in our secure bunker, Marcus finally deems it safe for Charles and me to start reintegrating back into normal life. The idea is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
"I've got a place lined up that should be a good transition spot," he says, doing one last sweep of the bunker. "Gated community, state-of-the-art security system, the works. We'll get you both settled there while I finalize things for a more permanent setup."
The thought of venturing out into the open again, even under fortified conditions, sparks a shiver of trepidation down my spine. I'm eternally grateful to have made it out of Becca's murderous crosshairs fully intact, but those nightmare echoes still reverberate endlessly, keeping the panic coiled lik
