The third day in the safe house dawned with rain, a cold, relentless downpour that matched the mood. The hearing was tomorrow. The day stretched ahead, long and tense, a final, agonizing pause before the battle was joined in court.Lorenzo was on edge. He’d stopped trying to work. He paced. He checked the security feeds Anton had set up on a monitor. He made calls to Durand, going over details he already knew by heart. The controlled Admiral was fraying, the pressure turning him into a caged tiger.Alessia tried to stay out of his way, sensing the storm building. She read, or pretended to. I tried to meditate, to find some calm center, but the bond was a live wire of his anxiety, shocking me out of any peace.Around noon, the intercom for the building buzzed. We all froze. Matteo, who was in the kitchen, moved to the screen. A delivery man stood there, holding a large, flat package. “Delivery for Rossi. Needs a signature.”“We’re not expecting anything,” Lorenzo said, his voice tight.
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