Chapter 29 Tangled Hearts

• Scarlett paced the length of the safe house’s living room like a caged animal, her bare feet silent against the worn hardwood floor. The storm outside mirrored the tempest in her chest—rain lashed against the windows in relentless sheets, thunder growled in the distance, and every so often, lightning split the sky, illuminating the room in stark, silver flashes.
• She hugged her arms tightly across her chest, her nails digging into the fabric of her sweater. Three days. Three agonizingly quiet days since they’d fled the Donovan estate. No attacks. No messages. No sign of M.
• The silence was worse than the violence.