The silence inside Lena’s apartment felt unnatural.
On the small kitchen counter, the outdated television continued flickering with breaking news banners and shaky helicopter footage of the destroyed Vane estate. The anchor’s voice kept talking about investigators, missing bodies, and emergency response teams, but nobody inside the apartment was truly listening anymore.
No survivor? That word remain in my chest burning through me like fire.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Silas. Not out of admiration but watching his reactions.
He stood motionless beside the counter, his massive frame almost swallowing the tiny apartment whole. The plain black t-shirt he wore, made him look less like a tech tycoon and more like a dangerous ghost. The bandage across his temple was stained dark with blood
