The night air was quiet, too quiet for Roman’s liking.

It had been two days since the argument with Ethan, two long, uneasy days of silence that hung like fog between everyone in the safehouse. Desiree spent most of her time inside, resting or pretending to, while Roman busied himself with fixing things that didn’t really need fixing. the creaky cabinet hinge, the broken porch light, the loose window latch in her room.

He told himself he was keeping busy, but the truth was simpler: he ...