The turmoil that was building inside Kael and Zara's emotions was reflected in the storm outside. Every shadow appeared to bear the weight of their assailants as the rain battered the safehouse's windows, and every floorboard squeak suggested a potential betrayal. The events at the cathedral had permanently changed the two's path, even though they had been avoiding detection for days.
Kael was sitting at the little wooden table, carefully polishing his pistol's barrel. The thoughts rushing through his head were a sharp contrast to the silent accuracy of his actions. Zara was leaning against the wall across the room, her arms around her legs, staring at the flickering candlelight with a blank expression. Her normally bright eyes had become lifeless, burdened by fatigue and something more fundamental, a deep grief that Kael could sense but could not identify.
Kael broke the silence by saying, "We need a plan." He spoke steadily, yet with a hint of desperation. "They're getting closer. I
