Chapter 77

• Chapter 77
• The safehouse was silent again, save for the ragged sound of their breathing. The glass was shattered, rain dripping through the cracks, but for the first time in hours, there were no boots, no gunfire, no cameras. Just them.
• Aurora’s heart hadn’t calmed since the bullet nearly grazed her. She sat curled on the broken chair, hugging herself, trembling more from the echo of fear than from the cold. Liam stood near the window, his back to her, chest rising and falling in sharp rhythm. His fists were still clenched, as if letting go meant falling apart.