Lila’s POV
I have no idea where we are.
Lior pulls into a gated compound just outside the city. Tall trees shade most of the afternoon sun, their shadows falling like a quiet curtain. The gray stone walls feel like they’ve guarded secrets for decades. The entire place radiates privacy—exclusive, calm, deliberately secluded.
As the car engine dies, two men in black approach. One opens the door for Lior with a nod; the other steps toward me, offering a formal, practiced welcome. Neither explains anything. I just follow, unsure why we’re here.
We walk down a narrow corridor that opens into a larger space. My breath stills.
Guns. A wall of them. Shelves lined with ear covers and protective gear. Targets with clean red centers pinned at the far end. Industrial lights hum above. The air sme
