Chapter 25 Torn Between Chains And Whispers

• At the managed to pass through the tunnel and stepped out on the outside, it was heavily raining. They rushed to take shade from the rain at the penthouse
• The rain hadn’t stopped since morning, casting a gray veil over Ravenwood. Kelly B stood by the wide glass window of Rowel’s penthouse, her fingers tracing the condensation that bled down the cold pane. The city below buzzed in distant echoes, but up here—it was too quiet. Too still.
• Behind her, she felt him.