Chapter 30 Breaking Point

• The mission had always been the only thing that mattered. At least, that’s what Amara had told herself every day since she joined this world. The cold, calculated decisions, the long hours spent planning, and the endless risks they took—it was all part of the job. And for years, it had worked. But tonight, something was different.
• Amara stood at the edge of the rooftop, staring out at the city below. The cold night air bit at her skin, but it was the silence that unsettled her more than anything. Her mind was too loud, too full of the emotions she’d been trying to bury for so long. She had spent her entire life focused on survival, on staying one step ahead of the chaos, but now, standing here in the darkness, she realized that maybe she hadn’t been running from the danger. Maybe, for the first time in her life, she was running from herself.
• Her thoughts kept drifting back to Damian—how he’d been after everything that had happened between them. The tension, the unspoken words, the way they had danced around each other for so long. She could still feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way he had looked at her just before the mission started. There had been something in his eyes—something real. And it scared her more than anything else. She couldn’t afford to let herself feel this way, not when they had a job to finish. But no matter how much she tried to push it away, it lingered.