Todos los capítulos de The Silent Wing : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

(Adrian's pov)Nobody in that shed moved for a long moment, and in the absence of movement, I found myself doing the thing I'd been trained to do in rooms exactly like this one: counting exits, counting hands, counting who in the room still had something left to lose and who had already decided they didn't.Margaux had the least to lose now, which made her the most dangerous person in the room. Julian had the most to prove, which made him the most unpredictable. The armed man by the door was the only one whose calculations I actually trusted, because they were purely professional. He wanted to get paid and go home, and right now, getting paid and going home meant waiting to see which way this broke before committing to anything permanent."The fragment," Margaux said finally, into the silence, "won't be enough to interest anyone. A partial file, no context, no names attached, journalists receive garbage like that a hundred times a day and delete it before their coffee's gone cold." He

(Adrian's pov)Sienna hadn't been up this trail in more than a year.She remembered it being difficult.She'd forgotten just how difficult it was.Within the first ten minutes, she'd already stumbled twice. The first time, she'd hesitated at a fork in the trail while Theo kept walking like he knew exactly where he was going. The second time, her boot slipped on a shelf of rock buried beneath the snow. Loose stones went skittering down the slope, disappearing into the darkness.She grabbed the nearest outcrop and held on until her breathing settled."How much further?" she asked.Theo stopped for a moment, studying the rocks ahead."Twelve minutes," he said. "If the wind doesn't get worse."Sienna looked up at him."That's it?""If we don't stop."He started moving again.She followed.The trail had narrowed considerably. Below them, the trees had disappeared, leaving nothing but a steep white slope falling into darkness. There was no moonlight strong enough to help them. No distant lights. Nothin

(Adrian's pov)I didn't know, standing in that kitchen shed with Margaux and a son who had just publicly abandoned her, whether the transmission had gone through. I only knew something had changed on the mountain above us, because Margaux's phone, which had been sitting dark on the workbench since the confrontation began, suddenly lit up with a call she clearly hadn't been expecting.She didn't answer. She simply stared at the screen, at a name I couldn't read from where I stood, and something in her face went very still."Ingrid," Julian said quietly, reading whatever was displayed there before his mother could turn the screen away. "You sent Ingrid after them.""I sent someone I trusted," Margaux said, "which, this evening, has proven to be a considerably smaller list than I once believed."The phone stopped ringing. In the silence that followed, I watched Margaux set it down on the workbench with exaggerated care, the deliberate, careful movement of a woman working very hard to kee

(Adrian's pov)Nobody moved for the first few seconds after the headlights swept past the window. In that suspended stillness, I felt the full, unfair weight of Sienna's suspicion settle over me. That specific, awful feeling of being watched by someone whose trust I'd only just begun to earn, someone who was deciding, right there in front of me, whether I still deserved it."That's not a rescue vehicle," Theo said, already moving toward the door. His professional focus cut cleanly through the tension the rest of us were still tangled in. "Too fast. Too alone. Nobody sends one car up a mountain road at that speed unless they already know exactly what they're driving into.""The family's lawyer," Margaux said.Something in her voice resigned, almost relieved and told me she'd recognized the vehicle before it had even fully come into view."I called him three hours ago. Before any of this." She gestured vaguely at the shed, at the wreckage of the night around us. "Standard procedure, whe

(Adrian's pov)I took the stairs two at a time, Sienna half a step ahead of me. We were both running on the kind of adrenaline that stops asking the body for permission somewhere around the fourth or fifth crisis of a single night. Behind us, I could hear Julian, Theo, and the others following, a ragged procession climbing toward whatever had made Corinne scream loudly enough to carry through two closed doors and a stone stairwell.We found her in the guest corridor, pressed against the wall outside Mara's room. One hand was over her mouth. The other pointed, shaking, toward the open doorway.The window was shattered.Not from the inside, I realized immediately. The glass was scattered across the floor in a pattern that meant something had come through it, not gone out. Beyond the broken frame, the room stood empty, the curtains snapping in the cold wind pouring inside. Mara's bed was disturbed. A chair lay overturned."She was here twenty minutes ago," Corinne said, her voice shaking