Daciana’s Point of View
I paced the length of the safe house living room, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. Alexander sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, watching me with those infuriating blue eyes. Zane leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, his gaze flicking between us, tension radiating off him like heat.
Pete, thankfully, was upstairs asleep. The calm before the inevitable storm.
“We can’t just sit here,” I snapped, breaking the silence. “Valois isn’t going to give up.”
Alexander’s jaw clenched. “No, he won’t. But running into his hands isn’t the solution either.”
“Oh, so now you’re the expert on solutions?” I shot back.
Zane straightened from the wall, his voice cutting through the room. “Fighting each other isn’t going to help Pete.”
I glared a
