The penthouse had never felt so full.

Not with power.

Not with danger.

But with survival.

Warm light spilled across marble floors, soft and golden, chasing away the shadows that had clung to them for days. The city glowed beyond the glass walls, alive and unaware of how close the night had come to swallowing everything.

Angela sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, her hands still trembling faintly as she held a cup of tea she hadn’t yet tasted. Her eyes moved from face to face, lingering, ...