Chapter Fifteen: Fire Under GlassEmma VolkovMorning didn’t bring relief.It brought clarity—and clarity, I was learning, was far more dangerous.The safehouse woke slowly. Men rotated shifts, radios crackled low, weapons were checked and rechecked. Nothing frantic. Nothing careless. This was the calm before something violent decided to happen.I stood in the kitchen, coffee cooling in my hands, watching Lucas speak with two of his lieutenants. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. Authority clung to him like a second skin—earned, not demanded.I wondered, not for the first time, what kind of man he’d been before power hardened him into this.And what kind of man he might still be underneath.When he finished, he turned toward me as if he’d felt my gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly—not suspicion, not irritation. Focus.“We need to move you,” he said.I set the cup down. “Already?”“Yes.”“Where?”He hesitated, then answered honestly. “Somewhere no one expects you to be.”I cro
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