Chapter 64 The Price Of Silence
- The week passed in dead ends.
- Every digital footprint turned up scrubbed. Every source hit a wall. Rafael’s promised contact hadn’t responded. Not a whisper. Not a shadow. And with each hour that passed, Amara’s patience thinned like thread pulled too tight.
- In the war room, Mira paced. Jax typed furiously, eyes narrowed at the scrolling data. Lucien stood off to the side, arms crossed, jaw tight.