Chapter 57 The Unravel

• The van door slams behind her hard enough to shake the safehouse window glass in its old, splintered frames.
• Ellerei stalks across the living room — coat half-off, hair falling from the knot she tied up tight when they went out to work, now a mess, a ghost’s streak of white catching the low yellow light.
• Knox is right behind her — boots thudding too loud, voice quiet at first, too quiet to mean anything good.