The days after Daniel Voss's threat fizzled into nothing settled into something quieter than I'd expected— not peace exactly, but a wary, watchful calm, like a storm that had passed close enough to rattle the windows without actually breaking them.
Eleanor called every few days with updates that amounted, mostly, to patience. The second test was underway, moving as quickly as the lab could manage without compromising accuracy. Daniel Voss had gone silent entirely, whether cowed by the foundation's swift legal response or simply biding his time for a better opportunity. Noah's people kept a quiet watch on his movements regardless, unwilling to assume the danger had fully passed just because it had gone quiet.
"I keep waiting for the next thing," I admitted to Diana one afternoon, the two
