Chapter 38 The Calm Before The Storm

• The alleyway felt suffocating, its narrow walls closing in as Amara and Damian moved swiftly through the shadows. The air was thick with the tension of what was coming—too many unknowns, too many risks. Damian was always one step ahead, his pace steady, his body a machine in motion. Amara stayed close, her senses heightened, every corner they turned feeling like it could be their last.
• She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the rush of adrenaline drowning out all other sounds. But through it all, the weight of the flash drive in her pocket grew heavier. She kept it hidden, but the danger it held felt far more real now. It wasn’t just about survival anymore—it was about choices. And the choices Amara had to make were impossible.
• Damian’s phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. He glanced at it briefly before slipping it back into his coat, his expression unreadable. She wasn’t sure if he was masking his own anxiety or if he truly believed they were going to make it out of this alive.