Chapter 84 Ghost In The Flames

• The safehouse was too quiet.
• Jaxon was in the next room, cleaning his guns with that razor-sharp focus that both comforted and terrified me. Every scrape of metal, every click of a chamber sliding back into place, echoed like a heartbeat through the thin walls.
• I sat on the edge of the mattress, staring at my hands. The skin on my palm was still raw from clenching Jason’s note. I could feel the phantom sting where the paper had cut into me.