Chapter 20 Lines In The Shadow

• The night felt heavier than it should have, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words. Amara couldn’t shake the image of Damian’s face when he’d said she was a risk. It had left a bruise in her chest, a wound she wasn’t sure how to heal. But she pushed it down, forced herself to focus on the mission. She had no choice.
• They moved through the dimly lit halls of the building, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Damian led, his presence a steady force ahead of her. Every movement was deliberate, his focus honed like a blade. Amara kept pace, matching his stride, though her thoughts kept drifting back to the earlier conversation in the car.
• "You’re quiet," Damian's voice broke through the tension, low and steady.