The safehouse was too quiet.After the attack, silence felt wrong.Heavy.Unnatural.Aurora stood by the window, staring into the darkness outside. The memory of what had just happened replayed in her mind again and again.The gunfire.The struggle.The moment Daniel fell.Her chest tightened.Not with weakness.With something colder.Something sharper.“They won’t stop,” she said quietly.Behind her, Marcus and Ethan stood near the table, both exhausted but alert.“They lost the chance to take you,” Ethan replied.A pause.“So next time, they won’t hesitate.”Aurora nodded.“I know.”Her hand rested gently on her stomach.A silent promise.A silent warning.Adrian stood a few steps away, watching her.Not speaking.But present.Because e
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