Chapter 17 A Crack In The Wall

• Jackson's POV
• As I left the safe home, the air smelled strongly of blood and sweat; my muscles remained tightened from the struggle. Though the immediate risk had gone, my heart was pounding. For now the twins were secure. That did not, however, help the nagging anxiety within me. The traitor knew just where to strike, and the attack on the safe house had been premeditated, accurate.
• We could not continue to act this way, responding to each assault. Every time we advanced, it seemed as though the adversary was right there, one step ahead, sliding between our hands.