Chapter 33
The safe house was quiet, but the silence wasn’t peaceful—it was tense, thick with anticipation. I sat on the edge of a dusty sofa, gloves still on, staring at the faint glow of the city outside the broken window. Athanasius moved around the room, scanning exits, reinforcing barricades, but every so often, his eyes flicked to me. Those green eyes… they burned with something I could neither ignore nor fully comprehend.
“Are you sure this is secure?” I asked, voice low, careful not to sound too tense.
He turned, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “For now. But they’ll be looking. RAGE doesn’t take defection lightly.”
I exhaled slowly, the words heavy on my chest. “I know… I just… I can’t stay there anymore. I can’t be someone else’s weapon.”
Athanasius took a step closer
