Raquel
Paris.
I wish I could enjoy this city, but now it’s tainted in my mind’s eye. There’s nothing romantic about my surroundings, nothing magical or beautiful. To me, it will always be a reminder of my failures.
Failure to keep our crew safe. Failure to recognize Lucius for the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Failure to be with the man I love.
So as I walk towards the old warehouse the Red Ravens used as a temporary hideout, I say a quiet pray.
Please don’t let me fail at saving Dad.
I walk right in. Lucius isn’t there to greet me with a gun to my head. By the look of things, there are no traps, no tricks.
The hideout is exactly how we left it. Laura’s power tools remain on the workstation, polished and waiting for her futile return. Martin’s maps and documents are stacked high in orga
