The night air was thick with tension. The city below seemed quiet, unaware that two lives balanced on the edge of chaos. Elara tightened her coat around her shoulders, her pulse steady but ready for every sudden movement.
Adrian stood beside her, eyes scanning the horizon. His usual calm was edged with something sharper tonight—anticipation, maybe fear. She could not tell the difference anymore.
“Are you ready?” he asked quietly.
Elara met his gaze. “I’ve never been more ready.”
He nodded, a faint hint of a smile breaking through. “Good. Because tonight, we don’t wait for them. We go to them.”
The car glided through the city streets, armored, silent, with only the faint hum of the engine accompanying them. Adrian’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel, calculating each turn. Elar
