The Safehouse – Night

The atmosphere had shifted. The relentless tension had cracked, leaving behind a shaky, electrified calm. They had won a battle. For a few hours, they were safe.

Jeremy was already celebrating, rummaging through cupboards for a nonexistent bottle of champagne. Lyra sat with her laptop glowing, an unforced smile tugging at her lips as she watched the news cycle spin in their favor. For once, their side was winning.

Eva stood by the window, apart from the others. The city ...