Chapter 119 A Breath Before Dawn

• The safehouse was quiet. Not the unsettling quiet that clung after chaos, but the softer hush that fell over spaces worn by comfort, trust, and a shared exhaustion that spoke of countless narrow escapes.
• Ellerei stood near the window, a steaming mug clasped between her hands, eyes tracking the muted glow of streetlights through the blinds. Knox moved quietly behind her, wrapping one strong arm around her waist and pulling her gently back against his chest. She sighed softly, relaxing into his warmth.
• “How’s your head?” Knox asked, his voice a low murmur against her temple.