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“Hеу Cаrrіе.” Hіѕ voice is frіеndlу and wаrm. I fіnd mуѕеlf ѕmіlіng. “Just mаkіng dіnnеr рlаnѕ. Wаnt tо join mе thіѕ еvеnіng?” Nеw Yоrk mіght seem relatively safe оn a wееknіght, but іt’ѕ not. I wаnt hіm thеrе wіth me іf I go оut anywhere.

The few people still around weren't the kind you wanted to encounter alone. She shuddered. Noah held out a helmet. Black and solid looking. "It's safer than it looks." "That's not exactly reassuring." "Trust me." She took the helmet. It was heavier than she'd expected, the inside worn smooth. Noah swung his leg over the bike, kicked it to life. The engine was louder than she'd anticipated, a deep rumble that she felt in her chest. "Get on," he said over the noise. "Hold on tight."

Again. Be safe, Alexandra. As safe as you can be.

Frank pressed his lips to the top of Atlas’s head, inhaling the faint trace of his shampoo under the overwhelming stench of sweat and fear, repeating it like a prayer: "You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe." Over and over, until the words lost their meaning and became just a rhythm, something steady to anchor them both. He didn’t know if Atlas could hear him anymore, his eyes had slipped shut, lashes dark against bruised skin...but he kept saying it anyway, because it was the only thing left he could offer in the wreckage of the night.

Lisa POV Looking at the bright nightlife of Manhattan city through the cab window,i really hope I don't regret leaving Buffalo city to chase something wild and alive, Maybe I’d be free,not safe free I want something dangerous Yes you heard me right, “dangerous” After all staying safe and ordinary still got me heartbroken and i didn't come here without prior plan,

“And I’m not letting go.” His words are a promise and a warning—one I’m not sure I’m ready to accept. But as the city burns below us, one thing is clear: this dangerous dance has only just begun. The heavy door slammed shut behind the retreating intruders, their curses still lingering in the air like smoke. Silence fell, thick and suffocating, but it wasn’t peace. It was the calm before another storm. Travis pulled me tighter against his chest. “We’re not safe yet. They’ll come back.” His voice was low, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable — a man who had fought wars far worse than this.

The air inside the safehouse was thick with tension, heavy like a storm cloud ready to burst. The sound of distant gunfire echoed, the bass of the city’s underbelly creeping in through the walls. The quiet hum of the emergency red lights was a cold reminder that things had gone from bad to worse.

Loves our family. We made it. Through the blood and the fire and the fear. We made it. And damn, it feels so fucking good.

“Don’t worry, Amy was an angel today. She didn’t miss you that much.” Her calm voice gave me a small moment of relief, but it wasn’t enough. I had to stop her. “Ves, don’t come. Please. Stay there. Two rogue groups attacked the capital. It’s a mess here , complete chaos. The roads are blocked, and the soldiers are warning that some of the rogues might be hiding along the routes, ready to ambush travellers. They have advised everyone to stay inside.” “Dammit!” she whispered sharply. “Are you safe?”

I am scared but my intuition is telling me to come with him. "You said it was dangerous, so I should go with you. Whatever happens in the Capital, let me say that the dark lord will suddenly appear. Do you think I am safe here? I will be an easy target, especially if it is close this is the wasteland where demons can come from. What will you do then? Panic? Rushing over here and leaving the immortal there in the Capital?" I reasoned back. This time, it's safer if we're together than apart. "Alessia, the percentage of the attack here is low—"